So Close and Still So Far

Locating door D-75 Of a large colony on a drive, At last close, ah D-74! I must be right at destiny’s door. But the next turns out B-68!! What, lost at the very Pearly Gate? So I felt midway through my poem— Roots in air, hangs down to earth tree’s stem! Old wisdom, the time turns when adverse, I recalled oft-quoted holy verse From Bhagavad-Gita’s holiest text Talking of Tree of Life, but what next? At wits’ end and left with not a clue, You hope some divine help might rescue. ______________________________________ Tongue-in-cheek sonnet |09.02.2022| Poet’s note: a sonnet of sort set in anapaest meter.