The Way of One's Desires

--A. R. Ammons

One not lost finds no way:

terror brightens what it sees:

home's a destination one

departs with to part with:

okay never looks to be okay,

and not-okay, looking, sees

the only not-okay: you who

know, even if not knowing,

tell me, how does one err

to find one's erring: where

in the wild are the wiles

that school the way back home?