TRUTH Vigilante: Ew, Icky. How Gross?

Steerage And Unintended Off Ramps

Thoughts devolve, revolve
in concentric loops that try
to link back
if I can remember
the point of that anecdote.

I might spin on a flat plain, miles and miles of eye-appealing scenery,
remember relevant episodes from life,
rejuvenated but realize
my mind has circumvented a trip,
taking me down old avenues
instead of new thought boulevards
before I’m in the thick of wooded country.
I think it’s a cozy, pleasurable ride
until I realize fear in your eyes —
lost, unsure of this journey.

How can I remap, bring us back
to that unplanned exit and seek true destination,
revelation before we’re back on Main Street,
Where you’re dropped off.

I set to cruising, coasting, seeking new passengers,
or endure a lonely trip. Maybe,
someone else needs to navigate.
Might have to give up the wheel.
I’m steering in the dark.


3.23.23

A book is coming…I keep telling myself…as all kinds of arbitrary deadlines near & pass…like blaring traffic. So, there’s that.