Finding

Am I stuck in a wilderness?
Is any light a pillar of cloud
to rescue from blind wander?

I didn’t stay where you left
me, but I keep your
window open.

My way was lost. I couldn’t
find a path that fit my feet,
but I move now

Sun’s going down, lose your
angry eyes, let’s climb on
the mess and take a higher look

Feet don’t hurt, no pillar in sight,
when I couldn’t yet feel light inside,
I assumed there was no guide.

Sun’s going down for me,
if I don’t rise again, you’ve
always had a friend