“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label west. Show all posts
Showing posts with label west. Show all posts
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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