Fantasy in what is the sense
of energy of what might be
there instead, reflected distant
objects inverted in denser air
mirage, separating us from nature
lakes of water that sparkle
ahead, over desert highways
dry as dead bones, enclosing us
within a description of unreal
perception, deceived by a shadow
of perspective, secure a moment
in the tension of our deception.
c) Jan G. Otterstrom F.
June 3, 2011
Over Costa Rica