Dust Clouds

A dryness sweeps across the land
made for reviving droplets;
the antidote is still a distance away.
Determined to drive on
in the relative desert,
dust clouds rise and hinder viewing
so I halt and let the swirls
of wind weave through my hair
and as I stand there,
I realize the reason
for my unpredictable stop.
As I gaze down to the ground
it is found
I stand on the edge of a cliff.
What would have happened if I
just moved forward, without a thought why.
It would be too late
to turn back around.