At The Sight Of A Mirage.

 

Why veer away to where there’s nothing

Why fly way from all that is present

They try to confuse you by endless panegyrics

They scare you stiff by a pandemic

So that while fastening your seatbelt

You have to put on also a mask

So that you are properly grounded

And with your feet well anchored.

 

Why don’t you consider then

The clarity of here and now

The very ground on which you stand.

Let the puppets regret their days of glory

And the inertia of the merry go round.

 

Don’t let the currents overtake you

Don’t let the herd push you around

There is a stillness in the voice

That is coming from afar.

 

Even without those timely gatherings

Or the thrust of a telluric force

You can still emerge victorious

At the sight of a mirage.

 

Alfred Grech

28/06/2021