As the old man rambled on,
I felt my thoughts take off,
transported on the magical journey,
willing to be led
startled by this new perspective.
This!, my soul exclaimed, rising
in exultation as chains and blinders
fell off so smoothly
it was as if they’d never been.
We walked together on a shore
newly revealed by the dawning
sun, the trackless sand spreading
in front of us, the waves
erasing evidence of our path.
He ended gently and as I settled to earth
I heard one of the foreign students
complain about the boring lecture.
The space between the uttered
words is lost when the translation
seizes it. Perhaps we can only offer this mystery
like a shell cast up by the tide,
silent but for the distant
echo of the waves.