Where we're meant to be

Two paths emerged for me that day,
one on a wall,
one on the ferry floor,
but at the time
I couldn't see
the larger implications,
the gentle clues
placed here to lead me
from where I am
to where I'm meant to go.
How often, I wonder,
are we so caught up
in where we think we're headed
that we fail to see
that we're exactly
where we're meant to be?


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