Directions*

How did I know south, north, west and east
growing up on flat Chicago streets?
I knew the sunrise over the big lake was east;
now in Michigan, the sunset over the big lake is west;
when I am out in the West, so wild and woolly,
mountains give the directions best.
Unless I’m on the coast far west,
where the ocean offers the direction west best.
And so, I am never lost, because, you see,
I now know south, north, west and east.
I know I know my directions best.
However, for Christmas, my wife still wants a GPS.

*Gratitude to Gayle Brandeis and her poem
“Feeling East” for the idea.

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