Oasis

No palm trees.
For that matter, no desert
but the spinning world.
We’ve loved vast oceans yet
still crave this particular water
at the edge of this particular lake.
Now and then luck and balance
deliver us to the door, which someone
opens from the inside. We help each other
carry in our baggage, the mismatched and old
scattered among the new.
We take time to admire the lake in all its seasons
as we settle in, ready to fill our cups
with what we need for the next
leg of the journey. Eventually,
we pack our camels
and wave goodbye, refreshed.