Illusionist in a World of Reality IV
Still refuse to grow up
It's so real now, to be.
I have a love again.
But I do not feel whole.
I am empty.
I am desolate.
I cannot fathom tomorrow
It does not exist.
The paddle wheel turns
and turns
and turns
but my boat goes nowhere
but in pretty circles.
This dry year
though
is no longer dry.
This is water.
This is wine.
Water in my desert life -
things spring
to life, and water
trickles.
I see not the hand
with the water-pot,
but am thankful.
Perhaps now I can
enjoy the love I have
as it was meant to be -
Perhaps I'll no longer be
an illusionist in a world of reality.
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Barb Dukeman
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