“That I might arrive like Columbus, who came by wrong
to the right unknown” —Rodney Jones, poet
it doesn’t matter where you start
you always end where you’d not begun
being hamstrung by what you never knew
along the way to what’s to come
when you get there, I presume,
little-known worlds are left behind,
at least it’s what the mystics say,
they recommend you seek to find;
but their promises are so obscure
you never know to where they surge—
the way, the truth, the light
sometimes seem a demiurge,
a minor cloud of hints and signs,
a myth, a mist of pointless lines
—except (in unknown’s push and shove)
the brilliant flames of
laugh and love!
Jim Culleny, 2/2/21
Blink 