319/365: A Want for Mapped Paths

This is no time to rest.
We live in an interesting time
that robs us of rules.
There is no simple guidebook
to point us on mapped paths,
a voice in our ears that can whisper
step once to the left, now forward three, now two right,
as though anyone knows how this goes.

I am writing one poem every day in 2016, and I am using the hashtag #365poems to document my progress.