Navigating through the middle of the center of nowhere.
Perched precariously on the tip of the top of a mountain.
On the very edge of the earth. Of humanity.
I discovered a flag. Bearing a six-point star.
Torn. Tattered. Tired. But still standing.
The Shield of David.
Waving like the sapphire seas splashing on Israel’s coastal cities.
I no longer felt as if I was headed somewhere. Only that I had arrived.
Because there was just one path left to take.
There was just one place left to go.
Here was homeward.