People appear on the planet.

They pop up

Like goats in reservoirs,

Like trees that one sees but never noticed them as seedlings.

Where have they been?

People disappear before my eyes.

Where did they go?

They were walking ahead of me,

Like a mirage, naturally occurring,

But possibly just light rays

Bending via refraction.

Optical phenomenon 

Can be confusing.

Maybe no one else exists.

But maybe if we resist the illusion,

We can quit resisting ourselves,

Resisting others, resisting life,

And quit letting Truth be eclipsed in our hearts

By anything else.

And maybe we can live again,

And love and smile at how everything 

Waxes and wanes, 

Including Truth,

Within ourselves and within others...

The ones we know...

The ones we don’t...

And even the goats 

(In the reservoirs).

-jenn