Without Compass
I’ve no sense of direction. My brain is compass-free—
learned no sense of direction at my mother’s knee.
She was as lost as I am to the magnetic north.
No natural sense of it guided her aimless sallyings forth.
East looks just like west to me. I could not pick out south.
All the places I have been were reached by word of mouth.
Thank God I was born female, for I have no compunction
for stopping passers by to ask where to go at each junction.
In my life decisions, I acted much the same,
often shifting focus in pursuing wealth and fame.
I’ve veered a bit from here to there since my first beginnings—
engineering failings as well as a few winnings.
Going where the wind blows has always worked for me.
Somehow, it has landed me just where I need to be.
Perhaps for some a needle point’s not needed to decide.
The true sense of direction is what we feel inside.
Collage and photo by jdb
The prompt today was compass.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
I’m going to write about this today as well, I relate, now I have to figure out how to say it different than you, lol! Well mine won’t be a poem. Very nice.
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Thanks, Frazzled. I’ll look forward to it.
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We are also permanently lost. Locally and far away, lost oh lost.
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I’ll just say I am geographically challenged, and thank G-d for GPS!
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Well yes, that is that, too. I have two and am loath to use them but must figure the newest one out. It would be a big help.
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As much as I dislike those gadgets, if it were not for them, I would be endlessly turning around my own tail! 😻
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I relate to this completely!
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