OASIS

A cup of chai, 
An outdoor table 
Sheltered from 
The  rain, 

Brief refuge 
From procession 
In the endless
Human Caravan.
 
I sit and sip. 
My ancient eyes
Begin to rise.

One needs to sip
Existence now and then.
Tomorrow I'll strap on
My burden and resume 
My place in the Parade.