I love the way you express so much between the lines...and the sun does it all AGAIN and again.

Zach

Kate,
I like how you end this. You make us realize that anything is possible. Nicely penned.
Sheila

as I absorb this ... we are all (assuredly) creatures of habit, and all with routines that somehow delineate our choices, and creative passions, and all of us a bit apprehensive, and always on the lookout, for any threat (or storm) that may descend upon us and change everything we have come to know... i relate to this in many ways, Kate, the only exception being that when I close my eyes in sleep I head due north. (-: Enjoyed ... richard

Kate, I like your title, it brings interest to your poem...
And we all follow our own course. You give it clarity and
perfect insight. Enjoyed!

Always,
Deborah

This is a fine surreal look at multiple ideas: processing the desire to sleep; an effort to get a sneak preview of afterlife; and perhaps the frustration of kick starting one's imagination for the next bit of writing. All in all, a stimulating, while comforting, look at another of our incessant "what ifs." My own posting of "Compass Free" explored similar areas this morning. Well done.

May the course you chart be steadfast ~ interesting insight
Lady MaryAnn

asunder? ... is that just south of a sundry and various locale known as 'o very young what will you leave us this time?'? There is a diurnal delirium with vestiges of evanescent lightness fringed about the ether and aura of this little piece... trust me, I know what I am talking about... and when all the evidence is in, this poem will still pass mean old mister muster, even if polythene Pam gets there first when all the stars go out (to play!)...

good reading you again, Kate... always a pleasure...

Be at peace with all you meet...
Roger

It always seems things are just going along, in the same fashion, day after day,then, those little changes seem to creep up in one giant gust. Right when we thought we knew which way we were going. Cool poem. ~ Morgan

It's amazing how so many of us poets are thinking about mortality these days. We are the ones that wanted peace, practiced free love, and even some of us burned our bras to make a statement..however, I believe that we will live the longest, with the best health, and the best memories of our journey. You have said so much in your poem about everyday life on our journey. I still hold true to my philosphy, that we all must embrace each moment of each day that we live. Enjoy everything about that. If those winds sneak up on you and they are trying to tell you something...must think about that before you dismiss something very important. If you should find yourself all the way here in the USA please ring me up, I will show you the best time of your life...we can have such fun.

Much peace, love and light,
Amber

strange winds, sounds interesting... love the thumb and finger snuffing out the starts bit...

What an interesting way of describing your daily "journey," Kate. Very nicely done. Thank you for sharing. Love and best wishes,

Regis

Looking at your compass in the dark is much like a blind man using his cane for guidance. No clue where you're going till you hit something. On the other hand a brain sufficiently magnetized to point south will certainly guide you there except when you reach the south pole and all directions are north and then you will be totally lost. Patrick

your personal account of the passage of existence is embedded in the route modern living is now employing you to pursue ... fortunately, the "strange winds" are blowing upon you into unexpected dreams carrying you into new directions ...

oh yes, you and the rest of humanity...but you put it in a lovely way. Asteral projections are mini vacations, and free :)

You speak of everyones life here in general...e

A very enigmatic piece Kate...I liked its compactness and your hinting of fear of the unexpected...and it could be a strong positive when the alluring strange winds set to blow your course asunder...
Best wishes, Diana...

"with alluring, strange winds / set to blow my course asunder."

The daily grind. The finger-pinching of the stars to shutter the night, then to lay your head on your pillow, close your eyes and allow your subconscious to take control.

Being blown asunder is your mind taking you places you need to go and see and possibly do. Every time I have been blown asunder (uh, that didn't come out exactly right, huh?), never mind, each time it has happened to me I came away with something richer, deeper and meaningful. Hope the asunder blown will work for you too.