Wrong Turns

Wrong Turns

There have been times

I’ve turned too soon,

following the old roads

out of habit or curiosity,

my itinerate heart leading the way—

a tiny conquistador returning to the ruins.


One street leads to another

and I have been gone too long—

years of memory guiding the wheels.


I must have looked foolishly lost,

slowing down and stopping like I did,

rolling down the window—

the dead-end signs finally clear.


Back home there is a family to feed

and dishes to be done—

small and reasonable expectations.


From here I must take

what would have once been a wrong turn.

No matter how full my heart has ever been,

there is a pulse that whispers vacancy.


Home, sometimes,

is the only place I am lost.



DeMaris Gaunt



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