An Ode to the Mirage

An Ode to the MIrage

Oh sandstorm passing through me,
oasis in the distance,
the pools are filled with mermaids—
red meat, in the sushi bar . . .

Why sand, disappoint me?
I knew this was a desert,
and brought this jug of nourishment—
spilled by the laws of entropy.

Below the cactus: suffering—
not the pools I see,
but the need to name them
as something that I need.

The need to name becomes the path
that leads me from the path
that leads me to the door—
of pristine clarity.

Oh sandstorm swirling ‘round me,
I love thy dryness thus—
For loving is the living light,
shone upon your emptiness.