When someone asks a question
who sees the mountain,
the journey it took to get there?
And who feels the heart asking,
blood rushing through veins,
the sentiments synthesising into this moment,
the clarity that allows one to ask?

Who is truly awake to the question?
And who is picking up their own canteen,
asking how will I get to my destination?
Who stands at the crossroads of every conversation?
waiting to see which way to go?

January, 2010.