Mirage

A clear pool of water beckons to me, neath a gigantic Joshua tree. But as I get closer it's fading away, swallowed by sand, as the night swallows day. Heat waves rise from the land up ahead, but I must keep walking, though my legs feel like lead. Then off to the right, I see it again, the sun sears my eyes, all i'm feeling is pain. I walk towards the pool, refreshingly clear, and in my mind I swear that I hear. The sound of water bubbling on stones, yet all I can see now, are animal bones. With my hands on my hips, I look up at the sky, and stare at the clouds, forming up high. They're packing together, turning around, heading this way, with ominous sounds. I feel the cool breeze, upon my face, off in the distance, is a beautiful haze. Water from Heaven, a most beautiful thing, I'll sit down and wait, by this dried up spring. 5/18/10 29 palms ca.