I went left once. When I was meant to turn right.
I was lost.
Lost and free.
None of us ever truly know where we are.
And I was liberated in my awareness of my state.
I made my way home again.
And now, some timeless time later.
Things are back to normal.
Maybe. And I watch you go down the steps
and round a bend,
and I know suddenly
that when I catch up
to where you should be
I know that you will be
I realize it suddenly.
There is something bigger
than taking a wrong turn left
or a wrong turn right.
Call it a True Wrong Turn, a Deep Wrong Turn.
It results in a stepping away.
A slip-falling away.
Irrevocably elsewhere and elsewhen.
I realized it as I walked in your steps
catching up with where you should be
That maybe it’s not you but me
Lost, lost, and lost. A Wrong Turn.
As I began to round that corner
(to that place where I was sure you would not be)
What if we all
fell, slipped in, slipped out,
We might live together, sometimes, but then,
we all round a bend, and it is somehow a different bend we all round,
and what lives on the other side of the corner
is different for me then it is for you…
How could we ever even know if this was the constant way of things?
Finally, now, I’m around the bend.
And you, inexplicably, are still there.