New normal

I am wandering
confused and lost
in unfamiliar terrain,
desperate for a map.
I see a stranger
who sees me too,
and I whisper-ask
“How do I find my way
back to before,
back where I felt
comfortable-safe,
back where I knew
I belonged?”
And his head moves
slowly down and away
toward the street
and he whispers back
“You can’t get there
from here.”

 


Wednesday prompt: Write a direction poem.


 

What do you think?

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