DIRECTIONS

The family approaches you,
maps in hand,
the father looking both lost and shy.
You greet his inquiry
with your friendliest smile.
"Oh yes," you say,
"just go that way"
(you point helpfully)
"for three blocks"
(you hold up three fingers to make sure)
"then turn left"
(you indicate)
"and you'll find it on the right."
You feel so pleased to have been of service.
Proud you're such a knowledgeable native.
Surely you've undone the myth
that New Yorkers are a surly, unhelpful lot.
You watch them set out
on the course you instructed,
and satisfied,
you go on your way.
Three blocks later it occurs to you.
You made a mistake
and you've sent them
in the wrong direction.


© Ellen Azorin