The Right Question

In the healing space beyond the threshold,
I recalled an encounter near Lake Audy
from that fall when I had to stop in Winnipeg
(once the spring birds and tourists were gone)
to find a new suitcase
when my old one suddenly gave out.

She’d heard parts of that story before,
but when I got to the part about the two elk cows,
joyful in the morning meadow,
she asked me to consider why there were two.

Good teachers know how to ask
the right questions.