240. Oasis (Myshkin, 2022) · couplets

I’m hungry, and tired, and older each day I might want to roam, and I might want to stay. I need to make peace with the God in my veins, To seek only that which, when burnt, still remains. This aching, and burning, and itching to fight, I once got beyond it. I’m hoping I might Once more taste the waters of freedom and joy That come with consenting to being a toy, A fist and a tool for the purpose divine That’s bursting like hot springs, as if it were mine, There’s work I was placed on this Earth to complete; When aligned, I see magic in people I meet And with instant rapport, we start building a dream From causal and subtle, to land by the stream That can welcome and gather, can nourish and host Community visions that matter the most. In a world of production, and money, and oil— An oasis of gifting, and laughter, and soil And the soul only artists uncover and share It’s a chance well worth taking. Will you and I dare?