wasteland (lilith’s place)

a lone figure crests the dune.
her cloak flaps wildly
behind tossed by
a searing-hot wind.
she shields her eyes
against a blinding glare
and scans the horizon —
but nothing’s
there.

head cocked to one side
she soldiers on, a dark shape
lost in a sea of sand
and bathed by a light
which takes
and can never
give.

(for gao xingjian)