“Follow your electric golden thread”
–Ethan Maurice
“Stay in the sequence”
–Chris McKenna
“Follow your bliss”
–Joseph Campbell
These different words are
Different fingers
Pointing towards
The same moon
I'll add a corollary
A note to self:
When
(Not if)
You lose the thread
Remember,
Remember
Remember
To find it again:
Oliver goes to New York City
Cheryl to the woods
Katrina to the desert
On some days
I stay at home
Reading books and
Chopping vegetables
Dorothy and Greg and Wally
They go to the neighborhoods
You are scared to go
They serve the poor and downtrodden
Like Jesus would have done
Aaron gets married
Mike, divorced
Matthew sells his stuff
His furniture and pickup truck
His electric golden thread
Is leading him towards
The open road
For Mark
The open road
Has ceased to sing
That thread
Has frayed and faded
His electric golden thread
Now wants roots
He buys a house
This morning, my thread
Took me out on a long jog
Wet, after the shower
I write these words
In the interstitial space
Of early morning
Before breakfast
Before work
A time
When I can feel my thread
Most reliably
A time before
The hum of life
Amplifies into a din
And distracts me
From the subtle art
Of following the thread
"Sing in me, muse"
Homer beckoned
Many years ago
Today, we are still
Beckoning
Beckoning
Beckoning
Praying the same prayer
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