I pedaled through black sky
toward the orange crescent,
no chart to compass by.
Uphill all the way it was,
’til—breathless—I arrived.
Just one small step for me
I took, so glad to have survived.
Returning—rolling on with ease—
‘til I was almost down.
I saw no sight I recognized
In sea or field or town.
Alone and GPS-less,
afraid and tempest-tossed,
I landed God knows where,
then woke at last,
still lost.
Carmen Leone
© 2012
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