Beware of any oasis,
because nowhere in this world of oddities,
will you cross the same river twice.
Try, try, try, as you might,
leaning into the current,
cannot bring you to the past-
grasping for the rain drops,
will not help you
stand steady and weather a storm.
No matter how torn,
you may feel,
there are times you must leave it all behind,
you’ll know it when you see it.
But so be it,
and fear not,
you never have to leave green pastures,
if you can bring them with you,
in tempests and torrents,
deserts, meadows, canyons, summits.
So long as you’re still going,
you are always exactly
where you need to be.
If you’re a fish out of water,
I really hope you’re a mudskipper.