Directions

All your life
you’ve been
oriented.

West
a half-mile to
that school
where you’ll be
taught to
get in line,
boys here,
girls over there.

South
four blocks to
the church
where you’ll
learn to sit
still
and learn that
you’re a sinner
and that leads to
Someone’s
death.

East
to work
for the least
they’ll have to
pay you
to give them
your best
waking hours.

Then North
into the
Old Country,
and by Old
they mean
you’re history.

I have an idea:

Let’s stop
taking directions
and get
disoriented.

(Photo by Jon Tyson; UnSplash)