Mirage

Mirage

There it is, 
Shining like diamonds,
Glistening like dew
In the morning light.
I use the last of my strength to crawl to it,
Stand up tall, 
Straighten my tattered dress.
I do my best
To approach this oasis
As though I don’t need it.
I don’t gulp it down,
This cool blue water, 
This lavish liquid
Shimmering beneath the noonday sun.
No, I don’t gulp it down.
Instead, I muster the last fragments of my fading will.
I take a long, slow drink.
And, for one solitary moment, 
Relief!
And then,
The grainy dryness of the desert sand,
Soaking up the last remnants of moisture.
My parched pallet
Renders the last droplets of hope. 
Now I am choking
On my fantasy,
Literally asphyxiating.
Another mirage!  

 

About The Author

Rebecka Eggers, Dream Midwife & Meditation Improv Artist, is the author of Coming Alive!: Spirituality, Activism, & Living Passionately in the Age of Global Domination. She lives in the mountainous highlands of Mexico, where she uses the tools of modern communication to make all kinds of trouble for every last stagnant, soul killing enemy of your potential. Rebecka helps you bring your dreams to life. She is trained as a Metaphysical Minister, a Co-Active Life Coach, a Reiki Master, and a tax lawyer (probably weren't expecting that last part, eh?).