Poetry
Directions
Here is how to get there …
Go East, over the floating bridge
About midway on 520,
glance to the left,
above the lake, and
beyond the hills,
take in the magnificent mountain range,
peeking over a snow-capped cauldron.
Pay attention, it’s easy to miss,
for immediately past that moment,
to your right, looking directly South,
at almost exactly 6 o’clock,
over the water and into a fairish distance,
a lenticular cloud will cap
a quietly warbling volcano.
Whenever I went that way, in my younger day,
I’d smile and wonder — what’s cooking today?
But I digress.
Anyway,
after the bridge,
turn right on Gratitude,
then right again, on Joy
From there you’re almost home
From there, you’ll know how to go
Go confidently, go straight like an arrow,
released from a sinewed bow.
