Desert

There has never been a forest,
not even a single real tree
providing me with shelter and rest.

I’ve been plodding through a desert
and as far as my eyes can see
nothing grows in this sandy dirt.

The only foliage that I
have encountered on my journey
so far through this landscape bone-dry

were only four spiky cacti
which I thought trees. That turned to be
a fata morgana, sadly.

Yet not knowing any better,
I ran into them, arms open.
(Or they ran into me, rather?)

And I got particularly
much entangled with the last one.
I’m caught so tightly that likely

I will never be able to
free myself from it. And maybe,
maybe I don’t even want to.

For I see no point in going
’ny further when there seems to be
no hope of any trees finding.