As the sun dives into the west, crimson and ablaze,
I make my way down a broken road-
A frayed and torn ribbon flies beneath my feet;
The flaming orange sky gets no closer as miles pass.
Something teases at the back of my mind-
A thought I make effort to ignore.
The sound of it, only half-formed
Disrupts the rhythm of my footsteps.
The atmosphere fades to a calming violet;
Yet, the road stretches on
To an impossibly flat horizon-
Earth and air clashing in a faraway place.
The thought returns with doubled ferocity,
A lion snapping its jaws, threatening.
It roars and snarls and...reveals a question,
Just a simple question.
"What are you searching for?"
It is no lion-it is a frightened kitten
Who trembles, fearful of the unknown
And a possibility
Of a journey without purpose.
I begin to respond hastily-
For of course I have an answer!
But my mouth freezes open momentarily
When I cannot find the words to speak.
"I am on a quest," I finally say
With eyes of shimmering glass, seeing nothing
Of the passing landscape,
Mind and imagination replacing vision.
The feline flicks its tail, dissatisfied.
"But what are you searching for?"
It is at this point in time
When the steady tap-tap of my feet
Slows, then stops-
I am motionless on the crumbling path.
I blink, suddenly realizing
There had never truly been
A purpose for my journey; those horrible
Long hours walking, wasted on a forgotten dream.
Lowering my head, I turn,
Preparing to return all those miles back
When I notice the home I left years ago
Standing just steps behind me.
"You have found what you search for."
The cat licks its paw and stretches.
I take the first step in what feels like centuries.
The road is no longer dismantled;
It is whole again, the ribbon healed.
The sun has been replaced by a luminous silver moon.
As I grasp the door knob and turn,
The cat vanishes.
The image that is left behind in the fading mist
Is a silhouette of a lion.
