Through The Storm

The wind swirls,
The dust rises, heat drips
Upon my brow.

Only the sporadic images
Of my mind
Uplifts my spirits.

Walking towards them,
Heart beating loud,
I silently wish
I’d rise up like a cloud-

Or to fly over sea
Like the beautiful dove,
Flying high,
By and by.

Amidst the desert,
A mirage reappears,
Is it real? I cannot
Tell. So I continue
On and on.

It taste like
Water, pure from rain,
Then it dries up,
Into a small
Piece of grain.

The passing lizard laughs,
He sees me fallen,
Abandoned,
In tears...
But forward I
Continue, forward,
On and on.

The cactus forgos water,
Stores nourishment inside,
When it is in need,
It looks only to itself to thrive.

The dust blows into my eyes,
Blinded, I cannot see,
But I continue to move forward,
Crawling hand,
Foot, & knee.

Through the storm
I travel. The mirages
Reappear, this time
No longer a dream.

I think
After it all,
I am here.