How do we
know if we can make it to what we see as our main goal in life or is it just a
mirage?
Ah, but
is that a trick question? If so, I could it not be that the trick is never to
stop looking for answers?
Who
knows? We might even be pleasantly surprised at what we discover. Take world
peace for example, not to mention our own peace of mind…
As for
me, not only a poet but also gay, what can I do but run with Apollo, and love
it? For Apollo, the sun god, was not only a source of light and warmth but also
bisexual, according to myths and legends that were oases in a hostile, concrete
desert to a young Roger T.
OASIS OR
THE AGONY AND THE ECSTASY OF WISHFUL THINKING
I have
risen with Apollo
and
strolled among hanging gardens,
each
smelling of its season,
bursting
with colour, filling the eye
with
those that thirst,
and fall
on their knees at an oasis
that
beggars belief
I have
run with Apollo
among
bodies strewn like careless litter,
each
smelling of its season,
caked in
blood, filling averted eyes
with
tears as useless
as grains
of sand around an oasis
that
beggars belief
I have
paused with Apollo
and
looked back at where high noon
has taken
no prisoners,
each
grave smelling of its seasons
to those
of us who thirst,
risen
above tears to defend an oasis
that
beggars belief
I have
retreated with Apollo
from the
battlefield, without conceding
to a
huntress moon
any
victory of sorts since she selects
her prey
at no less a whim
than
those of us thirsting at an oasis
that
beggars belief
Poor
humanity, left reeling from its brief
to thirst
at oases that beggar belief
Copyright R. N. Taber 2010; 2013
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