In a state of ignorance profound, I attempt to follow
An unnamed hand while the depths of my soul remain
hollow.
Each time I see prints of the hand on surface of
desert sand,
I fail to keep track of a force that I cannot
understand.
In a matter of seconds, the prints of the hand
disappear
As memories fade to traces of residue
unclear.
Thoughts of confusion pile up into the depths
of my head
As I wander without knowing where my legs
should tread.
Upon hearing the wind, I turn in the other
direction
And see my ignorance as no more than an
infection.
I continue to wander through the desert without
knowing
Where to follow the hand’s path when the wind
stops blowing.
Without warning, a gush of wind blows
into my face
As I see no reward nor punishment ending
in disgrace.
When awareness returns to me, I find myself
on a hill
And see the long distance below me as the
world is still.
Today, I see the hand’s path and power that have
ensued
While my mind remains week as someone who has
been subdued.
About the Author
Marco Herrigan is from Perth, Australia. He has over a hundred publications of poetry and fiction in various literary magazines, ezines and journals from around the world under the pseudonym of ‘Jason Constantine Ford’. His first collection of poetry is called The Story of the Mesh which is published by cyberwit.net. Edgar Alan Poe and William Blake are his main influences for poetry. Phillip K. Dick is his main influence for fiction.
