“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Saturday, December 1, 2018
The hardest directions are the ones we follow
Take a left, or a right?
Go West-toward the ocean.
So, left or right?
Where are you now?
I'm in your neck of the woods.
I think you have gone too far.
Left or right?
Straight-toward the ocean.
I've come around the bend.
Drive-thru to the dead end.
Are there any land marks? I am lost...
If you keep going, you will find it.
Painting by Michael Zeno Diemer (1867-1939), Pera Museum [Public domain].
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