The Oasis

by Hanno van der Bijl

A silver line simmers ahead on the horizon

We stumble forward in a dry and dusty land

Thirsty, so thirsty;

When will we reach the oasis?

The silver line stretches out in the distance

It seems further away than ever before

Shouldn’t we be there by now?

The silver line begins to disappear as night falls

We fall…and as all hope seems ripped from us

A voice says, “The oasis, is behind you.”