Thursday, January 15, 2009
Detour (poem by Ruth Feldman)
Detour
I took a long time getting here,
much of it wasted on wrong turns,
back roads riddled by ruts.
I had adventures
I never would have known
if I proceeded as the crow flies.
Super highways are so sure
of where they are going:
they arrive too soon.
A straight line isn't always
the shortest distance
between two people.
Sometimes I act as though
I'm heading somewhere else
while, imperceptibly,
I narrow the gap between you and me.
I'm not sure I'll ever
know the right way,
but I don't mind
getting lost now and then.
Maps don't know everything.
~ Ruth Feldman ~
(The Ambitions of Ghosts)
~ Ruth Feldman ~
(The Ambitions of Ghosts)
(Image from source)
