The Wilderness

I have succumbed to 

The Wilderness

And the discomfort, the

Incredible depths of the experience:

“I don’t know”

And looking side to 

Side

Wandering in the same direction

In this collective

Purgatory

Where there should be

Communion, 

The silence screeches.

There is so much sun

They say

But I cannot feel it

Over the empty hand-wringing

On my side of the fence. 

This is usually where

I would insert

The inspiration,

But today I just hope for hope

For all of us sitting in

The hallway.