POETRY

On Being Asked Where I Have Been

By Wendy Videlock

In a field of wheat,
on a dragon's tongue,
at the bottom of

a bottle of rum,
at the axiom

of a metaphor
and a bad pun,
at the loosening

of a baby tooth,

under a spell,
over the moon,
out of the blue,

at the quivering tip

of an arrow and
a bottom lip,

left behind,

at the canyon's whim,
on the back of the wind,

let loose,

taken in.