I’m alone in the desert—sand in my mouth. The skies have scorched me. The wind has blown me from mirage to mirage. But I’ll reach for your hand till I find a way out. You don’t have to be perfect, just right for me. I walk across a dune, another and another. I’m a shadow in a dream, what’s left of me. When I come to your oasis and the moon finally rises, I’ll drink from your well, begin to believe it was all worth the pain.
temperature rising . . .
what I would give
to ride a cloud
First published in Haibun Today