Triangulation

One of those
wide awake days

seconds flowed
‘round the bending way

on different roads from distant past to

different places
never been.

On streets and
roads un-traveled

i’d never
seen,

in between,

within
the world

i do
my living
in,

different lands
so near

the way not clear
most days

I find my way through

triangul strangulation

needing

planetary lines
and sun’s position seeking

hidden
paths

and distant
possibilities

with destination clear
i thought i’d found

where i’d been

a thousand times before
i found

a different place within
each different time!

This time
this place

new?

it seems

an extension of
the strange world

i had just
journeyed

through …