She stood on the threshold
undecided
far ahead the oasis shimmered
was it a mirage again?
could she ever hope to
reach its succour
to revel in its lush greens?
hot winds created
fresh terrains
the promise ahead dissolving
every vestige of sanity she
stepped out
her feet sinking in fiery sands
feeling neither the burning sun nor
the invading abrasive sand
she trudged on regardless
she was almost there
reaching out to touch a palm
she recoiled
the hot desert air was all there was
far ahead
the oasis still beckoned
she looked back
the shifting sands
in strange fresh dunes
mocked
she was truly lost
Elizabeth Kuriakose
13th August 2015
The reader will find their artistic imagination seduced by this sublime and engaging work.