Dear Mr. Vonnegut

I first read you

when I was wayward

and lost, wanting to find

the straightest line back

to the path I’d started on.

But you told me to stop

looking for the straight line,

to stop looking and then to start

walking, in no discernible direction,

just to start walking, and that whether

I found my way back—anywhere—

or not, at least I was walking.

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