Wild Women Won't Lose Their Minds

Wild women won’t lose their minds because
we told them to get lost!
It’s a conscious decision.
We know our minds for the tricky devils they are
and blow them off when they start whispering ill winds like:
“You can’t write (or draw or paint or pot or dance).”
“You’re no artist.”
“Get a job.”
“Put a period here, a comma there, and don’t forget to Capitalize.”
“This piece is lousy.”
“You can’t do anything right.”
“It’s not good enough.”
“You’re never gonna be Dorothy Allison, Margaret Atwood,
Georgia O’Keefe, Aretha Franklin, Meryl Streep.”

Wild women won’t lose their minds because
we tell our minds to shut up and go away.
We’re busy dancing to our own drums,
going to workshops,
listening to tree leaves talk,
watching melodies unfurl,
sniffing colors (sunset orange, lime green, cherry red),
shaping clay,
smearing paint on smooth surfaces,
touching the textures of everything.
We are behind closed doors making
love to our imaginations.

We don’t have time to lose our minds.
People may say,
because we slept all day
or read all night;
were caught writing love poems on the back of the boss’s last memo
or sketching faces on the teacher’s handout;
or we left work early because the sky was blue
or hold part-time jobs and live on less,
dress in Goodwill clothes and hand-me-downs
or take a day off because the Muse
came humming through an open window;
the rain made us want to write, paint, putter–
because we refuse invitations to parties,
don’t go on dates
and obviously enjoy our own crazy company...
Yes, people will say that we have already lost our minds.

Wild women won’t worry.
We know our minds are perfectly safe somewhere
among the socks in the bottom drawer
or on a back shelf in the kitchen where we hide the candy
only reaching back there occasionally when we really need it,
grabbing the wrong thing and putting the chocolate
where our minds should be
which makes us incredibly sweet, if a little spacey.
Some of us leave our minds in the pockets of suit coats
or skirts only to re-discover them much later
crumpled in a wad of kleenex and gum wrappers
or jangling in a pile of change and keys on the dresser in the morning.
I like to leave mine sealed tight in tupperware
so it stays fresh and won’t mingle
with the other fruits and vegetables.
In other words, it can be found in case of emergencies.
It may take a minute to locate...
but wild women won’t lose their minds
because what’s not lost can always be found
and we know minds are much too self-important
to stay where you put them
even if you say,
“Get lost you wretched thing!
You look like a brain,
all gray matter and logistics,
chock full of boring rules and barb-wire fences.”

Wild women won’t lose their minds because
we’ve learned to say, “Go Away! I’m busy
listening to the hot, hard beating
of my blood-red heart
pounding out secrets only wild women
can hear.”

Mendy Knott