The Hunch

I was in need of a compass---

And unseasonably restless while passing the Cambridge Cemetery

And while I saw a light at the end of the tunnel--per se--

I had the urge to hold my breath---

And hold I did

until we passed the gravesite I used to visit

the grave of an unknown soul I had come to feel sorry for---

and I was pretty sure he hated me all the more for the posthumous pity

But then it dawned upon me---

I was never superstitious

and people that are---

are usually doing it for all the wrong reasons

But still---

I was without a compass

and suddenly very aware that visiting hours were over

and there was nowhere to go

but all points west