Destination

Do I go left or right here
The way I drive places Mostly
I don’t know street names anymore
They could have no names
For all the good they do me
Honolulu potholes in my head
Addresses maybe I knew once
But these days I go by blind drive rules
And gut Gut instruction’s often good
But when it fails me The groan of emptiness
I say Your instinct is always wrong
Always hard on myself failing
Bullet in my foot See through to
The pedal beneath My entire life
You never know though Until you arrive
That you were right So that sigh of relief
Your heart slowing down Like this old age
You often thought about And then became
When the way’s straight up ahead You know
And the distance to your destination Waits
The edge of a pier on dark water Being
An abrupt drive from here
No signposts or street numbers necessary
My gut growls at me confidently