Not According to Plan

When I drop my glasses

When I drop my glasses

in the airport and they’re

crushed in the walkway

between terminals, I get to

meet the three kind souls

who help me on my way.

Then I hear you crying

after everyone has left.

So I bring you water

and hear your story.

Ever since the lock on

my door broke, I have

more visitors.

Now the road I always

take is detoured, which

I curse until I see the

heron glide across the

small pond I didn’t

know was there.

Excerpted from The Way Under the Way: The Place of True Meeting by Mark Nepo, published by Sounds True, November 2016.


  • photo credit: Chance Agrella

Originally published at medium.com

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