Living for Lost

When there’s no place to go,

the going gets good.

Like staring at passing headlights,

daring fate to hold the way clear

in that sudden blindness.

Choice passes to another realm

where anything can happen,

and does.

Where you drink strange teas

and find kinship in strangers

and your life’s work finds you

by chance

in an elevator

or a Thai restaurant.

Purpose takes your hand

with a knowing smile:

Life is safe.

You sleep well.

But blinders are a chancy thing,

bound to slip by their very nature.

There comes a morning, eyes freed,

when you stand

shivering at dawn

on another road

in a trackless place,

clothed only in faith,

deliciously lost again.