Oasis

reflections of a more
gentler kind and sifted
through an ancient sieve,
bounce up and down in
my thoughts like riding
a camel heading towards
an oasis where none
existed before, and I
simply try to hang on;
sun streaked stains cross
my face like sand scars
from the blowing winds;
my ideas are replenished
and I finally free to go
and continue my journey
to somewhere new again.

7Aug14