I walked into the green,
an oasis between a sandstorm
and the broiling of noon.

I've been travelling
for at least two consecutive eternities,
and this is my first chance to rest.
The sting in my eyes blurs the
waterfalls here. They seem to trickle, run
down the side of a cliff face, and
crash into a pool below. Birds
soar, taking flight in the mid-day sun,
winging gleefully into the sky
...away.

Here I sit, amidst the thundering
pounding of my own heartbeat,
trying to drink from a pool of water,
and coming up with nothing but sand.

02/02/2004

Author's Note: Been a long while since I've written. This will probably see drafts later... but for now, a bit of release...

Posted on 02/02/2004
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