Nonsense

“what did you take away from the sanctuary?” i asked.

he was uncharacteristically silent.

i’d driven 300 miles to ask ad hoc questions based on the weather transitions in his demeanor. i was there to learn and nothing else.

the silence was as unexpected as his struggle to tell the truth.

not everyone needs to be understood so i let it go. we took a walk and bought plants. he spoke of wisdom as if it were a place he’d forgotten the directions to while concealing the fear that accompanied his omission of being lost.

i listened for two hours never sharing my opinion that he was a pollinator of sorts and didn’t really need to source external knowledge to justify his internal wisdom. i enjoyed the long drive back, pulling in the driveway and thinking that dancing is the answer to fear’s questions.