Gps and I Have a Covert Relationship
GPS and I have a covert relationship. She is my operative, I am her mission.
She seeks to get me places I am supposed to be, and she often does a great job.
At these times I am her minion, happily following her,
but forgetting to praise her.
Other times the mission should have been aborted in the middle,
but she does not know it yet.
She leads me into the middle of wheat fields,
or under graffiti-laden bridges, in outskirts of nowhere.
One time my operative led me to the edge of a tall cliff,
staring out into sea, six hundred feet down.
Was I teetering on the brink of a disastrous fall?
No, but it was still horrible, and it could have happened.
While my GPS cheerfully sang “You have reached your destination.”
Do you suppose she meant my FINAL destination?
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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