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Lost, Again

Posted in poetry, tagged , , , , , , , , on March 2, 2024| Leave a Comment » 

“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
reprinted previous blog




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On Route, a Poem

Posted in poetry, tagged , , , , , , , , on September 3, 2023| Leave a Comment » 

“When we establish human connections within the context of shared
experience we create community wherever we go.” 
― Gina Greenlee, Postcards and Pearls: Life Lessons from Solo Moments on the Road


On Route

Another traffic light turns red.
As I wait, I notice a man
at a bus stop. He leans
on a white cane
and faces the direction
the bus will take him.
His ears know the unique 
sound of a bus.
.

On the other side of the street
a young couple take turns
holding a baby too young to lift 
an almost bald head.


A teenager guides an older woman
across the street.
The elderly woman stares ahead
toward the curb,
while the younger person
watches her companion’s feet.


The light turns green.
I know the lane patterns ahead.
This is familiar territory.
Yet, the space feels different,
made of intangible pieces, 
concrete connected to spirit.


illustration made from public domain image and cut paper

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Roadblock, Fire, and Worry

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 11, 2013| 2 Comments »

The best way to live is by not knowing what will happen to you at the end of the day. (Donald Barthelme)

I’m making good time on my way home from an errand—or at least I think I am—when several fire engines, smoke, and a local news team block the road. Fortunately a recreational facility is close by with a driveway large enough for a reasonable exit. I have no idea what happened. Perhaps the six o’clock news will provide a clue. I’m grateful that help is present and there is another route home. It means backtracking and extra driving time, but it sure beats up-in-flames.

A few hours ago I had a sense of caution. I needed to control it before it broke out into full-blown panic. I had passed up a road I knew well. A sense of foreboding followed. I didn’t know why. Something troublesome felt imminent. I drove with excessive caution. Strange, but after seeing the roadblock, the flashing lights on the fire trucks, and the chaos in the street, I felt in control. Concerned, definitely. But I was okay, for no understandable reason. Sure, I could pray for the folk involved. But this was not the time for me to get in the way. My ’97 Toyota isn’t equipped to put out a fire.

Life offers strange twists and turns. Yet this much I know, worry is a circular road that doesn’t go anywhere.

By the way, I’m taking a short hiatus from this blog, but I’m coming back before the end of the month. Happy journeys to all.

driving

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