Green Hills Literary Lantern

 

 

My Mind Wanders

 

out the door every night,

wearing sensible shoes,

carrying only a phone.

 

My mind wanders

past the spice factory

with the steel vats,

past the hamburger stand

that sells firewood,

past the place that collects

cars killed in accidents.

 

I read a joke today that said:

“I think senility will be

a smooth transition for me.”

 

Maybe what really happens

is that the mind wanders. 

It travels, for instance,

to the Galapagos, to be with the turtles.

Or maybe to the Shivapuri Forest

where it watches a bird on a treetop

sip milk from the moon.

 

Maybe it’s not senility at all.

Maybe the mind just wanders.

And maybe it’s so engrossed

with what it sees,

it forgets to come home.

 

 

Suzanne O’Connell’s recently published work can be found in Poet Lore, Forge, Atlanta Review, Juked, Existere, Crack The Spine, The Louisville Review, and  Found Poetry Review. O’Connell was nominated for The Pushcart Prize and for a Best Of The Net Award in 2015.  Her first poetry collection, “A Prayer For Torn Stockings,” was published by Garden Oak Press in 2016.