tart crunchy pomegranate seeds,
grapes succulent and fleshy,
almonds and pistachio nuts,
tactile lusciousness a contrast
to the aridity of the way
I have come, the desert of my mind.
I slouched along,
a camel seeking cool water
in the mirage of might be,
the semblance of ill-defined promise.
My mask covering
the doppelganger that threatens
to eat its fill, stake its tent,
remain at daybreak
to pile its stones.