Pilgrim to an Unknown Shrine

Walking, staff at hand,
   on pilgrimage to an unknown shrine.
Each fork I ask,
   "Are you it?"

Looking out the night window,
   I see the wrong landscape.
No idea what's right,
   but that isn't it.

"God said unto Abram, 'Get thee
   out of thy country, ...
unto a land,
   I will show you."

Leaving, definitely leaving
   but where to?
No destination,
   just a mismatch of place.
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