The Way

Sometimes you lose it
Find yourself in a back streets
counting nickles to give beggers
Stop to help strangers with directions

The carefully drawn map
finds its way to the bottom, shoved
under trinkets, pocket books,
the expired coupon you meant to use

It takes one wrong turn on a back road
to spark memory, cause you to burrow
unfold the story of the way you were going
And see if there’s a new way to get there.

Photo by Sarah Taylor; Poetry by Heather Taylor