Admiration before the mirror
Refraction rather than reflection
Seeing things that are not there
Hopeful glance, clouded, missing clarity
They say they are seen in despair
Mostly by the dehydrated lost;
Stumbling through unforgiving deserts
Searching for relief, for respite
Categorically denied, reality;
As a vanishing point shimmers and twists
Sending nebulous shapes, threads of hope
To be woven into fantasy fabric vision
It is the way of humans, of course,
To blame the world, or fickle, changing air
Never the inner being that gives such things
More than their natural, illusory form
Remembering what is, I am laughing;
For foolish forms that, by my mind, dance;
For thirsty, desert dwellers, all too human,
Seeking oasis in an ephemeral world.