(Calgary) (Sicilia 1)

what is shocking
about this sudden
turn of events?

surely not the calamity
definitely not the way I can exhale
simply not the joy of senses
exposed and tantalized.

what, then?
cherie, if I only knew.
I’ve drawn up the best plans
a lowly cartographer can muster
and followed them with the
only innate compass I’ve
ever been given.

It hasn’t mattered.  Always
detours.
Always cul-de-sacs find their way.
Always sprung on me those
conversations that I can’t handle.
what, of course, is not the point
only reaction is.
And if life keeps up, and if
I always see my cards, then
I’m always ready to be dealt a new hand.