Dream
The air is hot and dry,
obscured by storms of dust.
Unending realms of sand
parch with fatal thirst.
Yet even on this desert planet
water can be found:
dew in secret places,
springs in sacred places,
pools by wind-worn rocks.
I dreamed:
This desert was a beach;
mist was in the air.
Great waves of philosophy
broke against the shore.
