No matter where

I have a beautiful old compass
but it stopped spinning long ago,
fixing on one spot on the horizon
and I wonder if that’s what I do-
if that’s why I’m so often lost,
ignoring direction for a point fixed
in a time or place chosen before me.

I used to worry about such things
but have learned to trust something
unnamed that calls me in your direction
as though I was made for such a journey
to you and the where is irrelevant.


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