The horizon is a jumble,
a moving landscape
beyond my reach.
I come from a land
of no shadows,
and long for the touch
of the sun's fingers
on my back.
I long for the solid, steady
beat of mother earth,
not the frantic twisting
of indecisive gods -
stability teasing me
from across
chaotic rhythms of power,
liquid refreshment for the soul,
not the stomach.