Before You Arrived (or left) - a prosepoem

Well I thought I could see you right here and right now but nothing is here in front of me except the screen unless I bring in the sky - blue- and along with that how about some stretch of beach and don't forget the hot dog vendors and the steel bands which i carefully removed from a Donald Fagen song and of course the women, not necessarily in white and not women as in plural but one woman and we'll get back to her, get back to you in just a second because you see in these things we must have something other than a sun and a sky and water even though those are three of the main elements that make up the world: water, fire and earth not be to be confused with the seventies band of almost the same name even though we mentioned music a few sentences before this one. We have to bring in something peculiar and sudden perhaps a skyscraper or a freeway that leads to some place beyond the horizon where you happen to be and the direction in which you are always heading out into the horizon which is constantly fleeting like the oasis in the middle of the road that you see before you while you are driving like the mirage that is in the imagination the vision the desert vagabond sees before him with the cooling tents, the camels, the tambourine necklaces on the women and the water the water which is as cool as the blue sky and invisible like the air above the earth which you breath out and I inhale delicately - thirsty for the air on the other side of the horizon