El Mirage

We streamed into the desert

following a pillar of cloud,

sand cloud, by day, and

a pillar of fire, back fire,

by night, hoping to catch

a glimpse of youth forgotten

when all the world seemed

about fast women and

faster cars. We convinced

ourselves it was no mirage

reflecting an empty landscape

back upon us, empty except

for a pillar of cloud by day.

Over at Tweetspeak Poetry, Seth Haines has a poetry prompt this week – about mirages and mirrors.

Photograph by Michael Miloserdoff via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission. The photograph was taken in El Mirage, California – a dry lake bed. If you click on the photo, you will the name of the sponsor of this particular car.