My Therapist Is a Vagabond

 For Nathan Brown

He’s a poet…
partly my therapist,
partly my compass
in a mad world.

His words follow
yellow lines that
lead to humans.

Story after story
helps me feel the spirit
of someone living
where I’ve never been.

There are journals
of notes formed into verses.
Songs sung with a guitar
that helps me see what I feel. 

Here in Texas where there’s
plenty of humans, but isolation is real,
I slice disconnect into connect 
whenever I can with a chair by
the fire to listen to a poet
who doesn’t know how much
I need his therapy. 

©Susie Clevenger 2026

You can find Nathan Brown here: brownlines