I don’t think my brain has been properly packed.
I’m missing some vital connection.
My other five senses may well be intact
but I’m missing a sense of direction.
I can’t name the cities that lie to the south,
I can’t tell the east from the west.
I start to get nervous and dry in the mouth
when I sit a geography test.
So if you are after directions from me
dismiss the idea from your head,
unless on your trip from town A to town B
you’re prepared for a stop-off at Z.
First published in “Giggles and Niggles” (Haddington Press, 2007)
- Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #18