Waking to a foreign experience
like a transplanted language
that spread through the city while I slept.
I used to trust myself to know the way
right turn, then straight, always on course.
Within my country, I thought I knew where I was.
Now my GPS offers no help. No translation available.
Consistent landscape. Buildings in place
yet unrecognizable to my inner navigation.
My compass now cracked, unable to orient
true North now lies
© Ali Grimshaw 2017
Discovery Challenge – Conventional Wisdom
Before the first wobbly
slightly unbalanced step,
the last step already exists.
Trip, fall, hill sliding imbalance
scarred knees, bandaged palms
concussions to consciousness,
where the living happens
white knuckles clutch to collapse
navigate with your internal compass
peel your fingers from cold metal
stray from the railing.
© Ali Grimshaw
Weekly Photo Challenge – Path
In this coming year, 2017, I plan to be braver, to make my own new path and trust in the journey of contribution to others. I hope this poem inspires you to believe in new possibilities for yourself. I have a ready ear for anyone who wants to share their new path into 2017.
Title inspired by an article posted on bboxproductionsblog – Thank you!