The journey

I look around and see that I am standing in a corridor surrounded by all the accoutrements of living. There are wardrobes and chairs and tables of all sorts, some made of white wicker, others of dark walnut. Some stand alone and others are piled in heaps here and there, along with other things like lacy umbrellas and toys for all ages.

I don't have any idea where I came from, nor do I know where I am going, but I know I have no choice.  To stay here is too dangerous and besides, there is really nothing here anymore except the long way ahead.

I push a wheelbarrow filled with things that are important to me, maybe with people that are important to me too. I am walking beside my sister and holding the hand of a small boy, encouraging them to keep moving along with me.

I see so many enticing things along this way that are mine for the taking, but I realize they have no real value anymore. Where would I put them now that we are all moving along this vast corridor that seems to end behind me, but have no end ahead?

A man appears with a weapon before us. He is standing in a place that looks like the windshield and door to a bus and I am afraid he will hurt us with his spear, or electricity, or whatever it is he holds in his hands. I had thought a bus would be an easier way to travel, but now I am sorry. I try to hide us behind a pyramid of junk as a wagon load of people rumbles by. He is distracted by the wagon and we slip around him through the light and continue on.

The space is larger now and I want to stop, to be safe and stay here. There are endearing people here and there and I want to hold them, hug them, let them know how much I love them, but I realize we have to keep moving. No matter how lovely this seems, it is not the place we are headed for and so we continue on. Accompanied by some of those adorable, sweet, innocents who make my heart so full I fear it might burst.

We trudge slowly on, a sort of mass evacuation. Long columns reminiscent of refugees I've seen in movies. I can see a large portal ahead of us. Is there safety there? Can we stop there?

This journey feels unending.