Where Does It Come From, Stay and Go?

Go find your mind,
the men tell the boys.

The boys search for days, weeks, months—
return with a fist-sized stone, the tale
of a bird, point to the heart.

With kind eyes, the men say,
Go look again. The boys do.

One has to earn the losing
of one’s own mind.

It is not like here where we read it first
in books and lie with certainty:
The mind is nowhere.

Here, it takes years
to lose these words.

2013