You Need A Vision

Br’er Rabbit and the Tar-Baby, drawing by E. W. Kemble from “The Tar-Baby”, by Joel Chandler Harris, 1904

I enter the tent to begin my vision quest and can feel the disdain from those watching. Hey, this was not my idea! I want to yell at them but it is not my place. Besides, Osamu told me he would deny it if I told anyone it was his idea. It was his idea and he was the one who convinced the elders to allow me to perform the vision quest. It was Osamu who sat in the tent with the elders during the Inipi. It was Osamu who was standing along with the elders now looking like a drunk grandpa. 

โ€œWe will return on the fourth day and lead you back to the village. You will come with us no matter what. If you have had a vision or not,โ€ said the chief elder.

โ€œI understand,โ€ I said.

He turned and walked away without another word. I entered the dark, hot, humid tent. A low fire sat in the middle with a small bucket of water and a ladle. The air felt damp, clammy. The smoke from the fire left from the top of the tent yet the scent lingered like I was the visitor and I was impeding on its hospitality. I sat on the ground cross legged and waited. I was supposed to be meditating. Inviting the spirits to show me what secrets they wished. Instead I sat bored and wondering for the umpteenth time why and how I had gotten here.

In winter seeds sleep
During the spring they waken
In autumn they yawn

โ€œWake up!โ€ 

I startle awake. 

โ€œSleeping at such a time! Hmph!โ€

โ€œWha.. Who?โ€ I asked. My sight was a little blurry.

โ€œI am why you are here. I have come to give you the knowledge you need.โ€

My vision cleared enough for me to see a 8 foot dragon in front of me. 

โ€œA dragon? Really?โ€

โ€œWhat? I should be a bear or a bunny or maybe an owl like fuking Harry Potter?โ€

โ€œI just thought a Native sweat lodge tent and all โ€ฆโ€

โ€œOh so the black guy on a vision quest at the reserve wants to talk about cultural appropriation? Brah. I could come out looking like Godzilla in a pink tutu and it wouldnโ€™t mean shit. Listen to the words I am speaking to you. Forget the packaging.โ€

โ€œCool, cool. I got it. Sheesh. Who stole your golden cup?โ€

โ€œOooo  a Hobbit reference. + 1 for you. Now shut up and listen. We donโ€™t have much time.โ€

โ€œRelax, I’ve got four days.โ€

โ€œYouโ€™ve been asleep for almost three days. And if you say one more thing Iโ€™m poofing out of here like a bad magician.โ€

โ€œ….โ€

โ€œGood. You need to go to Mt. Fuji. Youโ€™re not going to be able to go directly, just trust me. But when you get there. Take the tour with the fat white guy as a guide -โ€

โ€œTh-โ€

โ€œOne. More. Word.  Poof!โ€

I held up my hands. 

โ€œYouโ€™ll know which one when you get there. At the shrine, leave the group and go through the jade gate.โ€

I waited. He said nothing. I waited some more. Still nothing.  I pointed towards my mouth with my eyebrows up.

โ€œYou can talk now.โ€

โ€œWhat??? I thought vision quests gave you these vision dreamlike flying eagle type thing. This is like mission impossible Google maps type stuff. What is going on here? And why me?โ€

โ€œWhy not you? And-โ€

โ€œCause I donโ€™t want to!โ€

โ€œToo bad. Itโ€™s you. And this isnโ€™t your vision quest, this is literally like Charlie’s Angels type instructions but I ainโ€™t self destructing. You want a vision quest you speak to your own ancestors.โ€

He continued saying something but off to the side behind him I saw like a washed out movie the picture of Brโ€™er Rabbit and a briar patch. The more I tried to strain to see the more it washed out but if I relaxed it got clearer and then suddenly I was standing next to him in the briar patch. 

โ€œWell how do! What you doinโ€™ in this briar patch?โ€ said Brโ€™er.

โ€œBoy, I say Boy! If you donโ€™t get yo ass back outta this here briar patch!โ€

Foghorn Leghorn? What? My vision quest is old time cartoon reruns?

โ€œYo! Come back to me! Here you go. Come on. Come on.โ€

It was the dragon again. Oh man. Whatever kind of sage stuff they put in here was grade A prime. 

โ€œOkay I see I have to make this quick. Last thing. Donโ€™t trust Osamu within an inch of your life but he will be the reason you live.โ€

Like I needed that warning. I already donโ€™t trust Osamu. 

โ€œTimes up!โ€  POOF!

โ€œWait! I didnโ€™t say anything!โ€

Sunlight flooded into the tent blinding my eyes.

โ€œTime is up. Your four days are over.โ€

I shield my eyes and look at the tent entrance. Through the watering of my eyes I see the chief elder.

โ€œTimeโ€™s up?โ€ I croak out.

My throat is suddenly dry and I struggle to stand up. He watches me, impassive as a boulder, as I stumble into the light. There the village elders stand, faces like worn stone and beside them, Osamu.

As we walk back to the village where apparently there is a party waiting, courtesy of Osamu, he ask me if I had seen anything.

โ€œWe have to go to Japan. Mount Fuji.โ€

โ€œNo go. Iโ€™ve been banned.โ€

โ€œThen Iโ€™ll go without you.โ€

โ€œYou did say โ€˜weโ€™โ€

I had. And apparently, according to the dragon, I do need him to stay alive.

โ€œWeโ€™ll find a way.โ€

โ€œStewie!! Baby!โ€ 

Patty. Fifties, hair up, always hair up, blonde with red streaks or red with blonde streaks. I never knew which was her original color. The curtains always matched the carpet if you know what I mean, and sadly yes Iโ€™ve checked โ€ฆ a number of times.

โ€œIโ€™m coming with you,โ€ she says.

โ€œWhat? How do you know weโ€™re, er, Iโ€™m, going anywhere?โ€ I ask.

โ€œYou throw a party like this? Youโ€™re going somewhere.โ€

โ€œYou brought her here?โ€ I ask, looking at Osamu. 

He shrugs and walks into the school gym where the party is.

โ€œWhat should I pack?โ€

God help me if I make this out alive. Whatever this is. And as I walk arm in arm into the gym I see out of the corner of my eye a hare run into a field. Is that a briar patch?

The eyes see only
When open. The heart sees all
The mind see nothing

This is for a dVerse prompt: Write a haibun that alludes to vision. I hope you enjoy! ๐Ÿ˜Š

Published by authorstew

C. Stuart Lewis creates poems with feeling, intelligence and sex appeal. His short stories and books focus on characters that feel real in real world situations. Originally from the United States he now resides in Ontario, Canada. Check out his webpage at TheAuthorStew.ca

9 thoughts on “You Need A Vision”

    1. Imagine how it was for him! LOL I wouldn’t trust Patty’s hair dyes either, though she has a certain way of distracting “Stewie” that I don’t think he minds too much. ๐Ÿ˜‚ Thanks for reading!

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    1. Thanks Dwight. The best illusions are, it’s what makes them good. Seeing the truth behind an illusion well that takes real vision. Thanks so much for reading! ๐Ÿ˜Š

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