(no subject)

[majiklydilishus]

It's hard to remember
that it isn't summer
when I catch myself dreaming of the Salton Sea.
It's hard to remember
that when the rain comes it will be cold
and gray
and will leave behind no neon mirages.
It's hard to lose sight of an oasis
that comes in the night
and lingers like a salty kiss from the Pacific,
that hovers in the desert and fills dusty cracks with life
and uncertainty.
It's hard to rely on New Rivers
when you don't know what they bring
or who sent them;
it's too easy to build up foundations
where there used to be water,
where there will be water again.