The whole community began to complain.
In the wilderness.
It spreads like a dark stain.
We seem to wallow in a cloying mental mess.

It is not so much a twilight of the soul.
As a deep depression.
As we read ourselves in with more and more toil.
It all seems to make less and less impression.

In this cold desert ever nearer.
Our minds wander in circles.
Truth seems ever further.
There are no miracles.

Then as we bury ourselves, reading.
We realise there is an end to this wandering.

Haiku

In the wilderness
We can just go on reading
It’s all we can do

[Note: First two lines based on Exodus 16:2-4, 12-15]