Sometimes a man meets his destiny
on the path he takes to avoid it
the path of least resistance
It is revealed to him
at the crossroads
It is the path least taken
and he revels in it
Sometimes a man meets himself
going and coming
And it is a detour
not just the fork in the road
And he's crossed the Rubicon
before he knows it
and no man's land
He meets himself
coming and going
No more detours!
With a hungry heart
and a heavy palate
I keep my feathers preened
A bird of paradise
in my pocket
a lovebird
my ticket out of here
my one-way ticket home
With a heavy heart
and a hungry palate
and roving minutes
you'll never roam alone!
Bionote
With this submission Patrick's avocation goes without saying. As for vocation, he is a parish pastor, a shepherd of sheep, a small flock with no sheep dog and no hang-dog expression. Or he is the sheep dog, a small dog, with the hang-dog expression. Secretariat is his mentor, though he has never been an over-achiever and has never gained on the competition. He resonates to a friend's definition of change: change coming at us a lot faster because you can punch a whole lot more, a whole lot faster down digital broadband "glass" fiber than an old copper co-axial landline cable.
P.S. Of late Patrick's work has appeared or is forthcoming in Assisi; Calliope Poets; A Clean, Well-Lighted Place; Poetry Super Highway; Wilderness House Literary Review; Prairie Wolf Press Review; Poetry Quarterly; Breakwater Review; Cobalt Review.
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