Not According to Plan - Mark Nepo


 When I drop my glasses
in the airport and they're 
crushed in the walkway, I get to
meet the three kind souls
who help me on my way,

The I hear you crying
after everyone has left.
So I bring you water
and hear your story.

Ever since the lock on
my door broke, I have
more visitors.

Now the road I always
 take is detoured, which 
I curse until I see the
heron glide across the
small pond I didn't
know was there.

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