terrypetersen

“We make a lot of detours, but we’re always heading for the same destination”
―Paulo Coelho

Lost—Again

The directional app on my phone
remains mute, while the road twists
and my mind twists with it
into lost places I’ve been.

Memories explode bully-style inside
my brain synapses, creating panic.
No sound, but an arrow on my screen says
turn left at the next corner. I remember

the shop with the worn yellow sign.
And space in my head and heart opens.
I know to move through uncertainty.
Celebrate my detours. Consider

the possibility that others hide pain
behind strange, sour, surly behavior.
May peace be made from pieces,
one imperfect turn at a time.

Originally published in For a Better World 2020