Desolation Paths

Wind found its way inside my head
and was stirring around
moving my eyes and pointing me
in unwanted directions.
I had to stop the car
my thoughts
were too destined to self destruct.
I had to stop
and quiet had to breathe itself into me.
This was sun parched land
where the green exit signs
are oases,
where vision deceives us into madness
and dust blows and burns like embers.

The diner was adobe
camouflaged with its cracked ancestor earth
and the table tops
were fittingly colored as cactus.
Ostrich meat
found its way into my stomach
somehow
without my knowledge.
Must have been when I was frozen
eyes locked on the road
and the thirsty creatures crossing it.
Must have been when I stopped listening
to this damn eternal wind
in my ears.