The Argument We Never Had

To live inside of words…
how could I unlodge him?

My body spoke, my eyes listened;
a stone, he heard nothing.

I said, Boot;
he answered, Dollar.

The mind feels no wind! I cried;
The wind’s in the mind, he replied.

With time the bell tolled
measuring a death.

I walked to the fields,
where the sun was rising.

I asked my questions there
and all the grasses bowed to me.

A Well-Lit Path