A whim took me off my usual route today,
just a light little tickle of a thought:
What’s up that hill?
The road leading up was potholed
and uninviting, lined with time-worn
houses in cramped, unkempt yards.
But still, I was drawn. And when I reached
the road’s end, I discovered what had called me–
a garden of phlox in full bloom nestled among rocks
beneath a blossom-filled tree.
It’s wise, I’ve learned, to follow the promptings
that playfully tease you to consider a change
of course. They often will lead you to wonders
that you otherwise wouldn’t have known.