You don’t need a blueprint for
life—though many days you’ve
longed for one. You could use
a map, paths neatly indicated
with brightly blinking arrows—
maybe in glittery pink—this way—
and other signs with black x’s—
not this way.
Would it be so much skin
off God’s nose to provide
a literal sign now & then?
Not a bloody burning bush,
but directional indicators—
exit here when it’s time to leave,
or slippery when wet before
oncoming slopes.
Blueprints are for building things
that stay—you’re on your way,
my dear, mapless, yes, but not
without direction.
Güd wrtr 
Hi Jan. This one really spoke to me! I really enjoy your gift for poetry, but every so often it feels like you are looking into my soul through clear glass reading the lines on my mind and heart and gently, beautifully putting them down on “paper.”
May I please print this one out? I’d like to hang it up in my office
Of course, Kara! I’m delighted that this one in particular read the lines in your mind and heart… very poetically said! You’re always welcome to share or print any of my poems… I’m very touched by that!
Thanks Jan!❤