scorching sand that burns feet unprotected,
unprepared for harsh conditions,
a traveler feverishly scans the desert
for a sign of water, scant hope of moisture
to relieve and sees you, tiny dot on the horizon.
Even without knowing your oasis is nearby,
just over yet another dune, the sight of someone
beckoning a welcome gives the traveler strength
to cross the distance, find the spring,
quench debilitating thirst. How does it feel
to be the one to rescue such a traveler,
to offer life again to someone who would
have surely withered there alone,
without your invitation?
(c) Ellen Gillette, 2014
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