A Green Way

Photo by Anton Leroy

I have this map that I own and keep out of sight
for no particular reason,
fold-worn and frayed with penned remarks
highlighting back roads, bends marking season
and at times when I feel I need some direction
I unfold what has become my arrangement,
I go where I go, never lost, although
my meandering is a peculiar estrangement
with what most hold to firmly, dear and deep in their hearts-
bless them, we all must be true
to the compass that steers and guides us along
making me, me and you, you
but, never the less, I am what I am
and I’m glad you are what you are,
us all quite the same would be a most curious game
and life’s riddle even more so bazaar.


So, on days like today when the air around stirs,
when the road clear is unbound and alluring,
I look to my map and chart a new path; a route green,
unmarked, reassuring.
How else could it be? I feel more alive
and there’s no sure course set for the knowing,
I’ve planned my stay the opposite way
I’m at my best when I don’t know where I’m going.