Time to Go

I am misguided at almost every turn,
as when in Florence this past week,

my wife trusting me to guide us back 
to the villa in time to check out at 11:00,

having bought coffee and pottery
and had breakfast with our son,
 
toting tourist bags on cobbled streets
I realized as we came upon the train 

station, well out of our way, that I 
had chosen “drive” and not “walk”

in a world where there is no reason
to drive, and so we sped up and

then, thinking I could save time and 
disregarding my phone, I said let’s 

go this way, thinking I knew the roads
better than electrons do, and so we 

wandered new stones set centuries ago,
and though my guidance was poor,

the biggest error I made was not pausing
to find joy in being lost in Italy and over-

whelmed not with rushing to get back but
with taking more wrong turns on purpose.