Groove

The best choices

are never planned

The road taken

often looks like the wrong one

If I even bothered to use a map anymore

Which I don’t

The seat of my pants

Is wise

I made it so

By falling back on it so often

Gravity is easy

Habit divine

The trick is choosing the right groove

And then letting it drive

Header photo: botanical garden Brisbane, early morning

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