Poetry: Lost

Lost

You are lost again,
one wrong turn and suddenly
you find yourself in a land of mystery,
without landmarks,

traveling late at night,
with no sun to guide you,
no friendly lights where you can stop
and ask your way.

And so, you trust your feelings,
your intuition, aware of the times
it has saved you and
failed you,

in the past. You turn right,
to a place where bright neon
cuts through the night
in dark, empty city windows.

But age has brought an understanding
of your sometimes blindness, and
how it leads you down strange roads,
and so

you leave the extra time in life
to fail, aware that at times,
wrongness is part of the direction
home.

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The photograph was taken in Roanoke, Virgina, a few years ago. It is one of my favorite photographs I have ever taken. You can click on it for a larger version.

Tom