I have found my path shambolic.
I walk not directly where I seek to go
but rather in creative
circuitous patterns.

Too often, I speak the same way,
but I don’t want to go off on a tangent.

When in tight clubs
– or walking down a crowded aisle –
I find myself stumbling and crashing
where I certainly never mean to.
I do not believe myself clumsy
nor am I a stroke victim
but I seem to travel awkward.

GPS helps.

This relates more to walkabout behavior
than to longer voyages, anyway.

I can get where I’m going
when I’m crossing countries
but striding across a room can occasionally
cause some trouble.

Perhaps it’s best to stay in place.