circles in a square

across the wasteland
i see tracks
trace them with footsteps
one in front of the other.
it talks to me
i listen
lost in the spell of dehydration
the wind pushes me
i fight it
i flow with it
the sun stays high
never moving from its place.
oh, how i miss the moon
she cooled the earth
lit the way
but those times have passed
and now
white jack rabbits
dance in front of me
their grins stay wide
bodies lean to the side
breaking gravity
they lead
i follow their philosophy
of smiles that never fade
cracked lips beg for water
voices tumble from the sky
fight for attention
i pay them no mind
this island only has room for one
and i am too busy ignoring myself.