“That I might arrive like Columbus, who came by wrong
to the right unknown” —Rodney Jones, poet
Coming by Wrong To The Right Unknown
It doesn’t matter where we start,
we always end where we’d not begun
being hamstrung by what we never knew
along the way to what’s to come.
When we get there, we presume,
our little-known worlds are left behind,
at least it’s what the mystics say,
they recommend we seek to find;
but their promises are so obscure
you never know to where they surge—
the way, the truth, the light
sometimes seem a demiurge,
a minor cloud of hints and signs,
a myth, a mist of pointless lines
—except, in unknown’s push and shove,
the brilliant flames of
laugh and love!
Jim Culleny, 2/2/21
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