Ignore GPS


You will be my navigator,
though you can’t read
an old fashioned map
and your sense of direction
is somewhat skewed.

Let’s get lost together.
Ride the back roads,
turn left on a whim,
buy lunch at a farm stand,
play mini golf in the rain.

If it weren’t for jobs
and an addiction to comfort
that comes with middle age
we’d just keep driving
until we ran out of road.

We don’t want to change homes.
We want to be changed
when we get home.

(From this week’s Living Poetry Prompt.)


About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry lovers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.
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10 Responses to Ignore GPS

  1. JeanMarie says:

    Completely romantic. Well done.


  2. Will says:



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