Diversion

I am not yet late and I know the way. It is this way, down this road, no this one with the big stone house. So many stone houses, no lights in the dark and this rain, heavy and incessant like the journey a test, a rite of passage, do I belong here? Did I not pass this house just now? So many roads for such a small island and no way of knowing if I have taken the right turn. Only time will tell and it always does.