Drifter

Drifter



I wasn’t quite sure

where I was

Or when.

But, I knew where I wasn’t

And that was a start.



The spec in the distance

Grew to be a man

Sitting in the middle of nothing

Or at least on its edge.



“Can I eat it?” the dog asked.

“Not yet,” I answered

“Maybe he knows.”



I asked my questions

And eventually

At our own volition

We moved on.



The dog went back and ate him.