indeed (you are!)

indeed (you are!)

when our GPS
shorts out,
you blow the dust
off the map
written
on our hearts
so we can find
our way
home;

deadened by the
old songs of the old guard,
flooded by the
slick siren calls
of the sellers,
you cradle your hand
and hold it to our ears,
whispering,
'have a cuppa
truth';

as our days dribble on
dully
despairingly
dryly,
you hand us
life's pogo stick,
and laugh with
delight
at our foolish attempts
to follow
your lead.

and
finding every door
shut in our face,
you clean up
the Pilgrim Suite
at Abba's B&B,
where we can stay
forever.

(c) 2008 Thom M. Shuman