“Perhaps it’s the chauffeur’s hat.”

 

 

To know where we are helps us

find our way back -

and keeps us from running

a muck,

 

Road maps and bookmarks

a compass and stars -

bread crumbs are not

just for luck,

 

We name every planet we spot in the sky

and number the acts

in a play,

 

On the horizon we keep a close eye

and exit stage left -

as they say,

 

I’m so very lost
there’s a pain in my heart -

 adrift all alone
out to sea,

  

I've forgotten my line
don't know where to start -
 

They’ll be no moving on

to act three.