Eleazar

he came-to in the middle of a junction where two roads crossed

he didn’t remember who he was, or how he got to where he was

or even where ‘here’ was

he sat up and looked around

not seeing anything or anybody he slowly got to his feet

and walked to the side of one of the roads

the sun was just coming up so he could tell

which, was east and thus all the directions

none of which helped him in any way

from there he could see he was at a crossroads

and each road that met there, ran off east/west and north/south

disappearing into the shadowy distance

he got up slowly trying to shake off the numbing dregs of uncertainty

with fuzzy indistinct ethereal images of actions

people and places, jellyfish-like unsubstantial ghostly and fleeting

he saw his arms were covered with brown dust

put his hands to his hair neck

his hands came away with the same fine soil

he looked at his clothes and

saw that they were also covered in the same soft dirt,

as if he had been buried in the earth