directions

lost, I pull over and roll
down
the window to ask directions
from an old man
sitting on a bench reading
the newspaper.
he tells me to go to hell
and to quit bothering him.
do I go left or right at
the light, I plead with him.
what do I care, he says.
quit bothering me.
I sigh, and shake my head.
do whatever you want to do,
he says, lowering the paper.
you'll find your way at some
point, we all do. it's okay
to be lost once in a while.
makes you feel good later,
when you aren't.