No Journey Back Poem by Charl JF Cilliers

Traveller in the snow
your prints are hidden now
you can no longer go

back the way you came
there is no track to show
a landmark you can claim

the snow lies wide and white
your fingers claw the cold
and sun glare blurs your sight

you stand before the night
not knowing where you are
or if you ever might

decipher a way back
to a place from which you came
across snow without a track

you did not think to come
to this place all alone
this place so far from home

and yet you feel you know
you’ve previously been
on journeys across snow.