Have I followed Dorothy into Oz?
I find myself in the midst of a people,
odd somewhat but oh, so friendly,
praising me when it feels like
I’ve done nothing worthy, when I come
confused, befuddled, lost, desperate…
They point to a clearly marked path,
promise wondrous possibilities,
promises, even, at the way’s end.
As I step along the way, I meet people
helpful to me, good companions,
aiding my understanding.
As I get to the end of the well-marked road
I come to understand that it’s going to work,
there’s no someone else with the perfect answer
but with guidance from some power not understood
I get what I really wanted even if it’s not what I thought
I wanted when I started.