Solo

Draw a picture for me, I said,

Take me on a mind trip,

tell me how it was for you

He said there wasn’t anything to say,

He grew impatient, for my questions

were so obvious —

Of course he had a backpack,

of course he had no trouble

finding his way

That’s OK. I have my own wilderness.

I have my own T-shirt-with-no-sweatshirt

journey through the mountains

and the cold of night

I have my own clearing

of the shrouded thoughts

I didn’t know I had,

my own exploration

of my power to hold the true sight

of all that brightness

streaming from his being,

all that trippy

flowing of his mind

and all the gifts of rare vision

offered by each singular

reflection of the light.

©Wendy Mulhern

August 20, 2014