Song of the Desert

A startled oasis
it is reported
trembled and slipped
on the immemorial quicksand
of tired recollection;
deceived and deceived
by cruel apparitions
desert-fare complement
to taste-robbed dates
from century to century.

Yes, startled
as shimmer congealed
and a visitation
reached out
with a 'May I' request --
so touched by word-feet
it can never sleep again,
it is said.