Which Way? Poem by Floyd Crenshaw

When you see those headlights
Coming round the bend
You belong to each other

Dont blink
Come to

Half blind crossroad choice
Fear or joy either way a toll
This mind is I
Countless faiths spelunked
To the bottom
Search teams not needed

A GPS life overlooks
Diversions never updated
Pit stops are normal
A tourist at home is at home on tour
Lost is a place where
No refunds are given
Booked in advance back at happenstance