Poetry: 1 Poem by Judith Katz

Poetry: 1 Poem by Judith Katz

GPS

How do I reset my position
for the next beginning—
forgive myself for the expense
of driving over the same  
unrepaired sink-holes;
depressions of thought and deed?
         Recalculating. 

I am lost with no cell service
speeding in the left lane,
desperate to pass the other cars, 
when I break down. 
Sit alone, in the dark, 
wait for the tow truck
contemplate the turns that
have brought me to this precise spot.
           Recalculating. 

I try to pull up new routes—
but I am in a Twilight Zone— 
keep ending up in same place; 
perpetually under construction
tortured by the fear
that I am reduced to scrap— 
individual pieces
worth less than the whole.
            Recalculating.

The frailty of my conundrum is
I do not know what I do not know—
doomed to make
miscalculations that determine
who I  am. But how much damage
must I incur before I find myself
worth only my Blue Book value?
            Recalculating. 

When will I stop
wasting what little time I have;
learn to assist myself  
even while I am stranded— 
by the side of the road
waiting for help and
            Recalculating.
 

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Spoken Word: Sarah Campanini

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