Disadventure
Learning impaired, I smile and say “yes” to the cluttered
sounds that fell mysteriously from a person dressed up.
A young man appears in my room and I ask, “Who are you?”
His blurred face suggests surprise, then pain.
“What do you want?” I ask.
He moves his face a little closer,
saying “Dad, it’s me.”
The treasure is close, I know.
Enlightenment is within my reach,
but my mind has lost its grasp.
This is what it is like.
I am standing at a cliff’s edge,
feeling a breeze of warm air,
but I have lost my sight to a stroke.
I hear a bird’s call.
What kind of bird is it?
I step forward and hope.
This is what it is like.
The great treasure is near, I know,
the treasure that is so priceless
it cannot even be named.
I seek it in my helpless mind,
the treasure I shall find.
This is what it is like.
It is not a map that is lost.
Not a clue to be solved.
It is a problem of dysmentia.
The treasure is the fragrance
of a gardenia on my table,
and I do not smell it.
This is what it is like.
--- John Manimas Medeiros, November 2012
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