By Katie Heffring
In the Desert
There is Nothing
And there is Everything
Imagine
Standing in the middle of a vast mountainless plain called the Desert
In the sweltering heat
With hardly any clothes on
And no weapon or tool
With no water no food no shelter
Just you
And the Desert
How would you survive?
Not the next minute
Or hour or day
But how would you survive that
Undetermined length of time
You are set
To survivie
If suddenly you transposed
Right now
At this very moment
Physically
To the middle of the Desert
What would you do?
Look around
There is not a single soul
To hold your hand
Not a single soul
To hug and feed your
Ego:
“Everything’s gonna be alright.”
Look around
Money, power, politics
Wheeling and dealing
Sharing and caring
Are not going to help you out here
In the Desert
When it’s just you and
Not a single soul
So what are you going to do?
Just lay down and die?
While the sun and heat ooze every last bit of water out from your body
While your skin blisters and boils during the day then screams in burning agony during the night
Would you crumble to the ground and say,
“I give in”?
Is it hopeless?
Or would you dig a little
Deeper
Find out what’s making any
Life left in this desolate place called the Desert
Tick
And if the land is barren
Totally dried and fried
All life
Completely sealed under
Great depths of Earth
Would you dig even deeper
To survive?
Because
I believe
You would survive
That is not
The Question
The Question is:
How would you survive?
Fighting for Life? Or
Waiting for Death?
Because
In the Desert
There is Nothing
And there is Everything
