Poetry
Directions to Waking St. / Nancy Lynée Woo
Image by the author.
Start at the intersection of—
a million geese
making bright
the large lawn
of Central Park
public library
Make a wide left at—
a coot’s green feet
wading through mud,
golden retriever
wrestling a big stick
in a tiny creek
Turn right when you get to—
lil mr. pups wanting to run
after every flock, peeing
on daybreak’s shadow
shaking with excitement
Arrive at—
the moon galloping
after clouds, sundial
rotating clockwise
as the pen hits the page
and the stars hit snooze
Keep going—
a walk every day
sharpens the brain
and disciplines the heel
of feeling—
Remember to thank—
little paws striking
pavement, a thousand
lightning bugs
lifting him up—