Here is a new poem (and photo) I wrote. I hope you all enjoy it
When looking for directions
It is always best to look in the out of the way places
Corners that are held like a time capsule
Whose age and wisdom are preserved in the very air
A man who sits on his porch
Looking over a field of corn
Will tell you more direction than any road map or satellite can
The wrinkles of his face
Like mountains and canyons
Hold the information that you seek
But not that you thought you needed
His voice may come through like stones grinding together
Like the shifting plates in the earth
Listen close enough and you can hear eternity in his words
It is the ones who sit silently staring that contain the most
Think of them not as quiet
But as contemplating
Beings who; through their own choice
Have grasped what is too difficult to discover
If you’ve become lost
Push yourself to seek what you were unaware
Was right before you
The answer is not in the destination
But in the way there
