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
forever?
--painting by Rick Mobbs
Collection available! Knocking from Inside
Friday, August 08, 2008
Navigationally Challenged
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
3 comments:
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. . .
What a lovely idea! I'm intrigued that we picked up some very similar ideas from the picture...
navigationally challenged is my sister all over the place... excellent post..
Post a Comment