The red vested gas station clerk outside Madison Wisconsin
sold me a pack of Lucky Strikes
and then gave me directions that led me like a moth spiraling
into a bug zapper.

If you would rather that someone who did’t know
the way to Minnesota just shrug– 
Why would you go to someone to tell you
the mysteries of life and the universe? 

The silence of a simple practitioner may just be the calm
that comes from one awakening
from a nightmare
to find they’ve been home the whole time.