The Arrival I

This is new ground
I stand, bags down,
Hands lightened by vacancy
What do I see? My
Eyes don't work, can't
Recognise this place. The air
Is strange and strange
Scents hit my face, the
Running of some water loud.
I am unhanded, I am
Unburdened, all my customary
Bags askew the ground, useless
And long gone. And  me -
I have arrived in a place I
Cannot name,  all is unfamiliar
And this terrain ugly with
Emptiness.  Here I sense loss, here
Is too much space,
Here is a wide
Place of empty possibility
And I know not
What I do how do I
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