were You to settle me
between the rock and the unknown
barren with child
would my trust
wander purposefully
and flow like hers?

I live dustless
yet it is hardened sands which enclose me
all the times You place me
between the shifting and the hazy
my trust, a mirage
so shaky in its stride

and all I wish to do
is slip on her dusty soles
and run

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