Not According To Plan - Mark Nepo
Larry Robinson
Lrobpoet at sonic.net
Mon Jun 13 05:19:35 PDT 2022
Not According To Plan
When I drop my glasses
in the airport and they’re
crushed in the walkway
between terminals, I get to
meet the three kind souls
who help me on my way.
Then I hear you crying
after everyone has left.
So I bring you water
and hear your story.
Ever since the lock on
my door broke, I have
more visitors.
Now the road I always
take is detoured, which
I curse until I see the
heron glide across the
small pond I didn’t
know was there.
- Mark Nepo
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