mirage

I saw you moving

                               into the eye of the storm

                                              towards a saddled

mammal tall

I thought you would

circumvent the inevitable

conquer the nature of all torment

internal, match it

with movement heighten quick, but

unchallenged

you set compass dead

center, embodied the sting

of sand, each particle piercing

skinned hide until

all ran red into a sea set

to desert; my eye

my Bedouin blue, focused

on an outcome, taking

rest in the mirage I believed

to be eternal

bkmackenzie

copyrighted 2011

Posted for Magpie Tales