10-Line Tuesday

July 1, 2014

orientation

Just east of certainty. A little south of courage. A hair's
width from ease. Clicks away from ready. A turn
or two from acceptance. A shuffle from faith. A set of stairs 
from achievement. A riverbed from happiness. A handspan from
peace. A wink away from freedom. A few lines until the poem's
done. A highway, a night's sleep, a phone call, a touch, a rotation
of gears away from that certain yes that tells you where you are is
exactly where you need to be. I know, the signs can look as if they're missing,
and the map so distant and unclear.
But I'm telling you, you aren't lost. You're never lost. You're always here.