by Matt McDougall
2-4-98
Wandering, stumbling,
the desert winds burn my eyes
yet I stumble on -
salvation lurks on the horizon.
Yet that salvation has not
been visible.
Dark clouds have wrapped themselves,
does salvation still linger?
I do not know - my attention diverted
An oasis nearby
broad palm-fronds and
cool, vibrant blue lakes.
I squint.
Unexpected, is it real,
am I truly so lucky?
does fortune dare touch me so?
I approach, my steps cautious.
A mirage, oh cruel trick of mind,
what if?
Or will it be real?
Driven on hope, I press onward.