Clue

Give me a clue—

The first chance you get.

Offer something of note,

To set me straight,

Although I’m a real sucker

For the crooked life;

The only one I know.

I’ve long dreamt of the other.

Narrow as a white, thin line,

Running down the interstate

I try desperately to avoid,

But I’m never grounded enough—

Always a bit off balance,

As far as that goes.

If I could just remain steady,

Keep my wits about me,

I might entertain the notion

Such a level path exists—

Despite my normal nature,

Zigzagging every way possible.

Yet I’m not without hope.

Guide me, hint me, tip me.

At least provide a road map

I’d be inclined to follow. Bart Edelman’s poetry collections include The Gentle Man, The Last Mojito, The Geographer’s Wife, Whistling to Trick the Wind, and This Body Is Never at Rest: New and Selected Poems 1993 – 2023.