Mushka was a character from a dream,
mystery the underlying theme
I looked for her everywhere
she was nowhere to be seen
One day when life became threatening,
obscure and unpromising,
as fear and uncertainty forced me
into a state of limbo on a park bench
she appeared, holding a paper bag in her hand
and sat next to me
Opening the bag, she offered me a sandwich
and a drink, and asked, “Why so pensive?”
“I don’t know what to do,” I said.
“Are you seeking guidance?”
“Can you show me the right way?”
“Right or wrong is a matter of perception,
it depends on who you are.”
unwrapping the plastic cover of her lunch,
she bit off the corner of the bread and munched
“I no longer know who I am,
the dream thieves have stolen my ideas
“You must have let them in, ” she said
and sipped her drink.
I pondered on that as I watched her eat,
Did I not lock the doors and the windows,
did I allow them to intrude my mind?
Doubt must have done that,
perhaps by defeating Faith.
“I must find her to get back on the right track.”
“When you do, you’ll have the answer,
but eat your lunch first, an empty stomach
is a poor start for seeking insight.”
I turned my head, the seat was empty,
Mushka had disappeared,
the only evidence of her presence, a paper bag
holding the wrappings of her inspiration sandwich
and an empty carton of motivation juice.