“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.