Desert Oasis
If I were to have
my very own genie
to grant me three wishes,
as in tales of old
I would ask for but one-
let not this new- found bliss
come to an end, although it is said
all good things must.
And even as I bask, sated in my enchanted oasis
dark clouds loom on the horizon.
Unpleasantries, complications
( and those things that must be dealt with.)
taint what joy I have gleaned
while caught in a whirlwind.
Yet, I have my solace and guide
midst lashing grains of sand
- my desert star shines brightly.
And so, I grasp what positive
drifts my way, salvage what I can
this " shipwreck" just another episode
of a bizarre life.
But I do not complain
only ponder the future
and hope to play my cards wisely- carefully.
While sometimes I think of Shakespeare's
tangled web wondering,
am I spider or prey?