via #dailypost
North
was just a driving direction
to the right of my true anchor,
the Rockies, my compass,
in plain view in the sunset sky.
East
of the Appalachians in Virginia,
where nothing was visible
behind the trees full of cardinals,
I imagined invisible sunsets.
West
was the Rappahannock
when I moved to a land
encompassed by water,
still imagining mountains.
South
Mountain rises westward
viewed from my new desert home,
west of everything I ever knew.
I have found myself
a new cardinal direction.
Note: This is an acrostic and a puzzle poem. The first verse refers to Colorado. The second two are about two different areas in Virginia, where the cardinal is the state bird. The last verse refers to Arizona, home of the professional football team, the Cardinals.
....Bilocalalia.... 