The Wonder of Wander
In a daze, I wandered.
Sometimes you’re the fly, and sometimes you’re the windshield.
I definitely felt like the windshield.
As I walked, my mind collapsed and expanded.
I had no idea what I was seeing or not seeing,
Thinking or not thinking.
I never saw the bee that flung itself into my thigh,
But I felt the burning pain of bee fire.
It made me feel human, though.
It made me feel.
I was reminded of that day back in ’77, when I was at temple.
The yogi smiled at me as he touched my wrist with a glowing rod.
I traced the scar without thinking.
I realized that smiles are not always sinister,
And frowns aren’t always about you.
I brushed aside the tree limb that wanted so desperately to smack me in the head,
And I realized…
It just didn’t matter.