Friday, August 08, 2008

Navigationally Challenged

The daughters of the compass rose
have tired of facing in different directions.
They have folded her petals.
Now they stand facing the edge of the world
each with her heart in her hand
ready for a new future.

We have to find our own directions now
bereft of their guidance—
did we think
they would wait for us, the navigationally challenged

--painting by Rick Mobbs

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Pam said...

This poem so speaks to (and of) me. I can get lost if I make two turns in a row. My husband bought me a GPS system for my car this spring, YEAH! May each of us find our own directions. . .

Lirone said...

What a lovely idea! I'm intrigued that we picked up some very similar ideas from the picture...

one more believer said...

navigationally challenged is my sister all over the place... excellent post..