An Oasis

How I felt today is not in question.

The day began at sunset.
Filled with fear I tossed and turned.

Eventually, without warning, I slept.
My dreams were silent and I awoke with clarity.
Anxiously, I reflected on yesterday’s terrors.

Slowly, as my eye turned inward, I saw the sunrise.
The effort at dusk transformed into a calmer sea.
I could have never predicted the oasis of today.
I was fed and my thirst for joy had been slaked.

W. Wayne B.

© 2012 W. Wayne B.

About William Wayne Smith

I'm a poet, library fan and maker.
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