HAZY FUTURE

in creative writing

Blurred images of a hazy future
glitters from afar;
what will I be

relentless heat rises;
making my skin shrivel
in the barren air

while fine sand slips between
my toes; avoiding quicksand
of life that pulls me down

determined to find a sanctuary
I look under rocks to find
hidden wells; a cooling pool

more than scorpions
and sidewinders that sting
and bite at my heels

the sun turns my skin
the color of burnt clay;
the days endless

I will uncover the oasis
and dive deep
in the cool water;
let it wash over me

clear the haze, be the future
that’s who I am