Norther

Magnetic North.
Pull and put forth.
The reason you called,
We can’t have it all.

​Up and we go.
Downward and fro.
Dark and mysterious.
Cold and internal.

The South
Seems infernal,
Baked and empty,
Wide vistas aplenty.

I’ve had this vision.
Seems safe and sound.
Return to high ground,
Aloof and aloft.

While spreading my arms,
Look out to the farms. 
Updraft on the valley.
Jet stream over Cali.

It seems there are options,
Hopeful concoctions.
Answers to riddles
That shift life a little.

I want to believe
The cards up my sleeve
Provide me at last,
A providential path.


5/18/22