The Mirage

Concentrating, staring dead at
the mirage
it started to dissipate and become
desert floor, sandiness for milesI began to walk
as a child
excitedly pointing out the saguaro, ocotillo
you did not respond

Grabbing at your sleeve
I missed
but pointed to the mountains in the distance

My rambled words
matched tumbleweeds
blowing past us
You never spoke

The illusion was mine
not yours
and when the dust devil blew past
you were gone

Published by Adam

For almost two decades, Adam F. C. Fletcher has led international outreach focused on engaging people successfully. Working with thousands of youth-serving nonprofits, K-12 schools, government agencies, international NGOs and other organizations around the world, his work spans the fields of education, public health, economic development and social services, and includes professional development, public speaking, publishing, social media and more. He founded the Freechild Institute for Youth Engagement, SoundOut and CommonAction, as well as writing more than 50 publications and 500 articles. He has also established 150-plus community empowerment projects.

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