Intersection
       

Where tedium and suddenness
intersect, take a left.
Should the soft hem of a woman's dress
and the river's heartless sluicing fuse,
undress. Where dreams are few, will
the ceiling blue. Deeply blessed
or bereft, assume the worst
where endless talk and wisdom loom.
Say nothing cheap of magnitude
or youth, that planet strewn
with the guided dumb, and the guided dead.
Eschew this. Journey true
toward your gratitudes and private ends.
Don't ask directions of me, my friend.

Copyright © 2010 Wendy Videlock All rights reserved
from Smartish Pace
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission