Whose Camel Sandals Are these?

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The feet of a pilgrim, steady as it might seem,

Can weave on sands, lost and directionless,

Made dusty by the desert storms

They too, like the broken compass,

Remind us all of what used to be;

In a desert, I saw an abandoned pair of camel sandals

While feeling it in my palms, I wept

Another pilgrim, lost and buried in the sand-dunes,

Must have met his death

The sandals spoke of his life

They were old and torn,

Evidence of how used they were,

On top of it, there were some beadworks

Strange it seemed, the desert offered such magnificence

May be he circled round and round,

Looking for an oasis

May be, just maybe-for the thought chokes me-

A violent storm buried him,

Or maybe he kept still somewhere at this spot,

Resigned to his fate, his life cast to the desert

Or maybe he just walked on and on

Conscious of the dissipating energy

Yet happy to be a traveler, nonetheless

I really wouldn’t tell

But these camel sandals

Is a labyrinth to his soul.

# In response to Poets United's Thursday Think Tank #102 Labyrinth.