Each oasis is different...special
as so it should be
all a reflection of a real place
in the real world
yet somewhat distorted in
the mind’s imperfect mirror

At some
where one can drink from
the fountain of youth
rejuvenate the body...mind...soul
for whatever journeys
lie ahead
with plenty of time to meditate
on the past...present...future

Despite the great dry
we’ve learned to adapt...survive
these Saharan-like storms
reading the camels’ hieroglyphics
weathered the trials of drought
only to celebrate
months of plenty

For so too
there is humidity in the air
this time of year
meaning the Sea of Words is nearby
already distorting our compasses
EMF readers
and on the other side
the city of El Dorado beckons
the only way to get there is to
cross those unpredictable waters
in-between
where a stallion awaits
to be rode again

Perhaps we’ll stay here then
for a little longer
this quiet oasis
only a few miles from
the ocean's deep blue ink
the food is good
water plenty
with batteries almost fully recharged
it easier to sleep and dream
when to a cool breeze
under a big star sky


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06/05/2025

Posted on 06/05/2025
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