Sonnet

I am not the one you imagine me to be.
There is one coming, I am not fit to undo his sandal.
Knowing our own worthlessness is the key.
And if we know how we can turn the handle.

I often wonder what is this essence, I call me.
The answer seems tantalisingly close.
But I know it is not actually what others see.
Perhaps it needs some common sense dose.

John knew that all is not as it seems.
This, our life passes into something greater.
That is why he sought the desert in his dreams.
His body was not what was important to his maker.

But we, others, do not have such faith to proclaim.
We live consciously in a material world where all is lame.

Haiku

Only in desert
Is all clear to see and hear
Save in our mirage