Directions Poem by Joe Bisicchia

Please, if you will,
share with me the directions
from Here to There.
I bet There may be somewhere,
far somewhere,
or near as Here.

Crayon it on a napkin.
Point your fingers hither, dither.
Be a muse, but not overly funny.
Need it clear.
Step by step you might Google it.
Or let your fingers tap it into GPS.

Whatever, hold my hand
and let me view it, somehow,
the future ahead.

Wait, I can almost see it.
Yes,
There may not be so very far!

Come here and hold my hand.

Can you see it from where you are?




Published by Coldnoon Diaries,2017