LABYRINTH
Red boards, white halls.
Posters and paint.
The inside of a piano.
A washer full of light.
Two stairways
to one long corridor.
You do not have a clue.
You do not need one.
If you are lost, cry out,
no doubt someone
will hear you.
You will always be found.
What you do
is up to you.
At the center—
no minotaur—
a glass door. Behind it,
earnest, commanding
fairies are waiting.
What did you expect?
Their Queen,
at first glance seems
innocent, unwinged.
Little do you know.
Her throne a desk.
Her wand a pen.
Enter at your peril.
Are you ready
to love the edges?
To practice not-doing?
Are you ready
to change your life?
GladErrand 