December 22, 2015

Mirage


Our guests arrive
in the late afternoon,
exhausted, feeling lost,
eager to confide
their unusual condition
over a drink
out by the pool.
We tell them to relax,
explain how no one
is ever the same
after driving
through the pass,
down into the desert,
how time slows
the farther they come,
that every clock
eventually stops
when they push on
as if in a dream;
until, finally,
they're here,
sunburned and parched,
deep in the heart
of the shimmering
mirage.