Four winds discuss direction
the streetlights blink in thought;
I wait between decisions
that time has never taught
A paper bag of chestnuts
still warm against my side;
I weigh the roads before me
and which I should confide
Each car repeats the chorus:
“Go on or turn or stay ”
I answer with my heartbeat—
the map will find its way
When dawn renews the skyline
and traffic hums its part—
I’ll know that every detour
was written by the heart