Slightly Lost

I have never been good
at signs,
at lights that tell me when
to stop, to go, or where,
or when.

Somehow I came to an understanding
that I could trust my eyes and heart
better than a light created by others
that ran on a schedule that was perhaps safe
but slow.

I have the scars to show my folly,
and tales of near escapes,
but also tales of exotic places
I had no reason to visit
except an inclination
to ignore signs
and live my life
slightly lost.

About this poem

I have a tendency to jump into things that I am largely unprepared for. Mostly I succeed. Always I learn.

Tom