In the middle of nowhere,
there is no map to follow,
only the sound of your breath
and the stretch of sky too wide to measure.

No signs,no fences-
just the hush of things not asking to be found.
You walk not to arrive,
but because stillness would mean forgetting
you are still alive.

Here,the wind has no direction,
the earth no opinion of your presence.
You are not lost-
only outside the names
you used to define yourself.

And maybe that is enough.
To stand with empty hands,
in a place that does not expect
anything from you at all.