Setting out- the destination was planned
The route was decided
The stops were set
And the tank was full
Along the way there was a flat tire
A thunderstorm with rain so hard
That we had to pull over for awhile
Adjusting the plan was inevitable
We crossed over lines, counties and states
As we continued down the long stretches of road
The stops no longer lined up with the time table
And the course was rerouted once again
As we journeyed further we decided
That the present location was perfect
And maybe where we planned to go
Had never been the ideal destination
I love poems and verse with epiphanies. There is something just so wholesome and real about this entire poem. I loved it’s authenticity. I love the last line…this is a life lessen “And maybe where we planned to go/Had never been the ideal destination. This poem is brilliant! Well done!