After the wave of emotion has drained,
One foot in front of the other again;
Steadily, this time.
He pushes his mind to remember his research.
Light-coloured clothes, water—
Stay alert for scorpions—
“Hot, dry nothingness.”
Calm, calm.
His notes remind him of a million things he neglected,
And he wonders why he ever listened;
“Live a little! Don’t always be so cautious!”
But will he get to live after this?
