I am not sure really how Google’s mapping GPS works. It usually gives me the most direct and quickest route to my destination. On my way home last night, I received directions that could not have possibly have been the quickest most direct route. Instead it meandered through a series of back hill streets and that allowed me to see raccoons and deer and really, it was awesomely charming. I think maybe there’s a human element behind the GPS and whoever that element is has keyed into my need to find the beautiful things right now and allowed me to see parts of Indiana that I would have totally missed following my own devices. I owe much gratitude to this be it a human looking in and saying ..”nah this way instead…” or be it some kind of glitch. It was a wonderful drive.
Indiana Back Hills by Michael Doyle The pleasure of Indiana back hills Explored as it were on four wheels The twilight begins to close the sun's eyes Until tomorrow brings its sunrise The shadows from the trees grow long And I'm right here where I belong Except for the lonesome of being without you Today and tomorrow roll right into view Here as Indiana falls to its night And I capture this with last light A good kind of tired fills my bones Except for the part of being alone Moon rises and night begins to unfold As a weary raccoon starts to cross the road I slow down and smile into his mask Wishing I could maybe stop and ask All of his secrets from this growth of trees What might he whisper on the cool breeze Secrets unseen at headlights' blind Among the unexpected things that I find Too busy looking through my rearview Looking back as I too often seem to do Until the moment catches me in a smile Burning down that back road's endless mile All the signs track as I quietly read That all that surrounds me is what I need Maybe Indiana is all I need after all I take that thought in as the rain begins to fall It's somewhere in the all too near Feeling another angel let loose in tears A memory that takes me always to there As two angels will probably always hold me here (c) June 25, 2020 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved