Oasis

it is not enough to lament

to acquiesce to the bordered divisions of country

only once in a person’s life

can the sun become perfectly whole

imbedded at the nape

reminiscent of home

all other moments

are those of simple humanity

cacophonous tapestries

of sun & cloud, sea & river

for a wanderer to savor

for an artist to breathe

here in this scorching sun

a signal towards life

beyond a road sign

or a finely finished chair

beyond the temple of a windstorm

inside the gliding stone of remembrance

beyond a box of ivory or wood

despite cowry adornment

a lover stands bare in this desert

facing her lover

offering only the sweat

from the small of her back