Is this a dream, a hallucination, a
mirage wavering, watery with green grass
sparkling watery pools, fountains dancing,
palm trees bent by invisible hands, growing
leeward and then straight, sky bound?
This can’t be real. The world isn’t this good,
this pure happiness of beauty and calm
and perfect 79 degrees warm and sunny
doesn’t exist. But I am here.
Even if this melts into nothingness. I
am here, now, lost in the illusion of peace.