Lost

Standing at an intersection
I weighed my options
Guessing at the best way to go
Next to me was a man
He told me how he had become lost
One wrong turn had led to another
Now he did not know where he was
Or how to find where he had been going
I tried to help him and point the way
He just smiled and thanked me for the kindness
Taking a breath he started in a new direction

“Where are you going” I called after

“Over there” he responded

“How do you know that’s the right street”

“I don’t”

“What if you end up someplace you don’t like”

“Then I’ll choose a new way to go”

“You’ll never get unlost that way”

“Wonderful
Since I’ve been lost
I’ve been free to move in any direction”

-T. Weeks
(A response to “A Riddle Song”)