Posts Tagged ‘corn maze’




I said to my daughter, This time

let’s go without the map.

Never before did it occur to me

it might be more fun to be lost.

There were paths through tall dry stalks,

yes, but perhaps they were more—

an intimate landscape inviting me

again and again to lose myself now,

to lose myself now. It is harder to do

that it seems. The rustle of dry leaves,

the scent of earth, the blue sky overhead

like true north. But lost, I kept finding,

and found, I kept losing, and all

the while I kept laughing, oh, the joy

of putting one foot in front of the other,

the joy in not knowing which way

the path might turn next.




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Three Humblings

lost in the corn maze

for hours, always knowing

exactly where I am not


acutely aware

of a much larger dance—

blood moon


the young magician

made the coins disappear—

longing to hand him my guilt

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