I’m somewhere north of Nashville;
That’s all you get
for now.
But if you read
and want to find me,
I may tell you how.

Cineplex – a mile away;
The cross-streets –
Close and Soon.
Meet me in the lobby;
We’ll escape all afternoon.

I know that doesn’t help you much;
Locale a mystery.
Perhaps I need that comfort zone?
Arm’s length I need to be?

“Close and Soon”
won’t get you here
Map App of choice won’t aid
The street names are poetic,
– duh –
Why am I so afraid?

Just open up,
give my address,
my digits,
Skype and stuff?
Then pray I haven’t shared in vain,
That I’ll be deemed


This game of cat and mouse
I play,
intention – not abusive.
I just can’t e’en locate myself;
A map would be confusive


You’re here?
Still reading?
Guess I’ll tell;
You’ve done the “stick-arounding”.
All those near me must pass this test;
The needful urge abounding.

My street – three blocks
not long at all;
Just meet me
in the middle?
When you get close, please send a text,
And I will end the riddle.

Or not – I may evade again;
Go in and out of sight.
Depends on mood and what’s in play,
On whether noon or night.

Frustrated yet?
Well, join the club;
This shouldn’t be so hard.
Come find me now;
I’ll stay right here.

Just pray the gates aren’t barred.

This prompt challenges you to write a poem in the form of a series of directions describing how a person should get to a particular place. It could be a real place, like your local park, or an imaginary or unreal place, like “the bottom of your heart,” or “where missing socks go.” Fill your poem with sensory details, and make them as wild or intimate as you like.

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