Detour - Ruth Feldman


 I took a long time getting here,
much of it wasted on wrong turns,
back roads riddled by ruts.
I had adventures
I never would have known
if I proceeded as the crow flies.
Super highways are so sure 
of where they are going:
they arrive too soon.

A straight line isn't always 
the shortest distance 
between two people.
Sometimes I act as though
I'm heading somewhere else
while, imperceptibly,
I narrow the gate between you and me.
I'm not sure I'll ever
know the right way, but I don't mind
getting lost now and then.
Maps don't know everything.

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