Where Besson Street and Chevron Don't Meet

As I was introducing my poem "Where Besson Street and Chevron Don't Meet on Friday night, it occurred to me that my missing "sense of direction" gene has for much of my life been both literal and figurative. When you don't know where you're going, it's quite difficult to know when you've arrived!

This poem was sparked by a specific instance where I tried (and failed) to give a man directions so he could come visit me. But as poems do, it expanded to represent the larger failures of intimate connection between people, despite their genuine desire  to make contact with each other.

This morning, Dylan discovered in his archives a video of me reading the poem. He filmed it in February 2007 at the Dragonfly Cafe reading that Tomas organized. At the time, Dylan and I were at a directional crossroads of our own. I offer this poem as a small salve for all of us who, despite what we might want and fight for, do not arrive at the destination we intended.

Comments

[Laura Healy]

Thanks for sharing this. I have been flirting with the idea of taking your poetry course and this clip may have convinced me!

[Sage]

Hi Laura, I'm happy to hear it! Looking forward to the possibility of learning with you!

[littlepurplecow]

Sage, so great to see you! Loved hearing you read your rich words.