Vertigo

I often tell two stories within one poem...this one is about relationships and simultaneously about the Bermuda Triangle and Amelia Earhart

my magnetic compass is not pointing to my true north

 

 

i’m being drawn toward men who are infamous, mysterious, and

can’t predict their own direction

 

if this navigator doesn’t compensate for these variations

straying from what i know to be true

i will find myself far off course, at the apex of uncertainty, and

in potentially deep trouble

 

you’d think that reaching my destiny should be second nature

that i’ve learned from the worse case scenario, and

have been guided by the best, but still

i could behave recklessly, and

venture into the Devil’s Triangle

 

punch drunk love, i’ve lost my balance

i’ve suffered spatial disorientation, with clipped wings

i’ve been swallowed up, my flight forgotten

i don’t know what’s up, down, or sideways

i’ve gotten lost in the den of iniquity, but

hope travels with me for new chances to reach my absolute north

where Prince awaits me

 

i’ll pass the violent, freak storms

i may be left abandoned, i might get confused

pause momentarily, and perch precariously atop an unsecure, unsafe

dead volcano of a man

 

i might visit exotic, erotic possibilities, and scream May Day!

put wind to my sails and continue travel through space and time warps

to reach my destination awakened, ready to love

 

i’ll probably pass through that rare region

where magnetic north coincides with true north, but

where those less experienced might sway, i shall rely on my horizon in sight

where this earth will meet my sky

our knowledge, our interests, and magnetic impulses in check

 

they’ll be no more holes in my heart’s space

i will have landed

the oceanic mass of confusion

 

 

behind me

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[Robin]

wonderful weaving of thought and relation to the journey of colette