Oh

Oh

One morning I noticed
that I was looking
somewhere else

thinking, There.
There is my path,
the one I should

be on. There the path
I have dreamed of.
The path that was

promised me.
The path I once thought
I was on. I can’t say

exactly whose voice
it was that said
Here. But I began

to notice my feet
were under me
and my path was

this exactly this tangle,
this lostness, this
wherever I happen to be.

Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer

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