As I passed an elderly woman,
I knew I had lost my way.
I was in a foreign city
feeling confusion and panic that day.
The older lady held the secret
to know the lay of the land.
She must have been in her mid-eighties
with beauty and knowledge as old as the sand.
Years of loyalty to one zone or town
gives infinite knowledge of the space.
The sags and wrinkles she proudly wears
serve as a guide from place to place.
As we sat and chatted she shared many stories,
the awe in her voice made me stare.
She offered a plethora of information
no GPS or map could share.
As our conversation came to a close,
I gave her a gentle touch.
I was no longer concerned with being lost,
for her roadmap offered so much.
(Copyright 2019 Susie Krivacic)