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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