The Desert

I am dry.
Lost in the desert
Of my imagination
I trudge toward the shimmering
Thoughts that dance before me
Only to find bare sand.

The well.
The never-dry fount
That pours forth upon request
Has been erased
From the map.
It is gone.

Always
I had but to begin
The journey and the spring
Welling deep inside
Poured forth the clear
Pure words,

But not today.
Today the sand stretches
As far as I can see
In every direction.
Tantalizing with
Mirages.

Yet I trudge on;
Putting one foot
In front of the other
Until the page
Is no longer
blank.