Siren Song No. 2

“When did you know you were lost?”

he asked. And I said, Is it wrong to feel

my life’s work is a vacation? Have I

succumbed to worldly temptation?

Once I thought I could spend my whole

life in endless farmland, open

prairie I knew like the back of my hand

and the flock (barring the occasional

black sheep) was mostly of a type—

familiar gifts, familiar sins. Then

I got the Call and found myself

here, all Europe at my feet: London,

Paris, Rome, beaches, mountains,

and my home overlooks a vineyard.

The wine is red and good. God help me

sometimes I feel I shut my ears

to all else, will be unable to hear

even the still, small voice,

the amazing grace.