The Porter

The Porter
A twelve year trek through the desert
has led you to the gate of a citadel.

The gate goes unopened.

Returning to the wasteland
appears to have no purpose after so long.

There are no other cities left that have not crumbled in the desert expanse,
as you’ve discovered over the years.

This is the one place whose walls stand
and inside which fountains still flow.

So you wait outside the gate
wondering how long you’ll just be sitting there.

Just,
you know,
waiting.