Guided – a poem

The blindfold,
Wrapped around my eyes,
Hugging every crevice close,
A gift.

Hands outstretch,
Searching for the light;
Fingerprint constellations
Surround

Unseen. But,
Colliding with fate,
My instinct engine running,
I know

Every toe
Is slotting into
All the footprints on my path,
Assured.

Heart held and
Resting in the palms
Of my celestial guide;
Safety.

She can cure
My lost directions,
And teach my sparking star
Manners.

Sometimes I
Crave the next restless
Wave, simply for the warmth of
Fate’s hand.