Upended

I've lost my way-

Again.

But this time something's different.

Every other time

There's been a landmark,

Something familiar: 
A signpost or some indicator.

This time though,

There's simply nothing.
Nothing in earth, sea or sky.

Nothing I can recognise.

I've lost my way again.

Shadows

Come creeping from the bushes

Like hyenas come to feast upon 

The carcass of a dying sun.

Mossy tree trunks give no indication

Of the proper orientation.

The stars above are strange

And I can't trust the constellations.

I've lost my way again.

If you look carefully,

You'll see me standing, listening,

Waiting to be saved.