Bearings

I took my bearings from
a tattered map taped to a lamppost
turned left at the inside-out umbrella
propped against a dumpster
& continued straight past
the strip malls
& the self-storage units

until I reached open ground
contoured with corn stubble
a crow on pond ice
the blue trees of distance

I walked into the wind
sleet stinging my face
& shook my head at every driver
who pulled alongside & gestured to get in
this was where I’d been going
I was looking for a reason
to turn back

5 Comments


  1. That’s a really well made gentle thought poem. It reads lovely out loud, great sounds a walking like rhythm.

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  2. This one makes me smile. I love how close to the things and the lay of the land the narrator is.

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  3. Thanks — I’m glad this resonated with y’all. I tend to think that understatement is the only way to approach this kind of subject.

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