Vision Quest
What was it I came here
to remember?
I have been standing on this spot
for three days and three nights,
waiting.
The sun pounded me to my knees,
the heat enough to steam me open.
At night the moon shakes me
and my teeth rattle.
I won’t quit though
won’t leave here without
seeing.
What was it that I came here
to remember?
I have seen with my own eyes
visions
I know they are true.
Last night my grandfather came.
He didn’t say anything
just took my measure and was gone.
He never ever quit on anything.
Tough.
Me too.
Maybe you can only see
once everything shimmers and fades?
Maybe that’s when you can see
what hasn’t happened yet?
© Patrick O’Neill 2010. All rights reserved
