Poem: The Joy of Being Lost


The Joy of Being Lost

You are accustomed to being lost
in familiar places,
of always finding the new where history
once lay,
of discovering the unsettling on
well-trod paths.

Once, it disturbed you,
this sense of a world never quite still,
never quite what it seemed to be.

No longer, though.
now you see it as God’s magic,
his kaleidoscope,
ever changing colors designed
not to confuse,
but delight.

About this poem

No explanation today. You’ve either been there, or not.


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