compass – Shoshana Sarah

The Point of a Compass

I left home before graduation and moved in with him when I was seventeen. My mother called the police and said he was “harboring a minor.” The police car picked me up at his apartment to take me home. I went back the next day. She also took my passport. I reported it as stolen, and he bought me a new one. We went to the courthouse on my 18th birthday and signed the marriage certificate. A month later, we were on a plane to Israel.

The first compasses did not always point north. Early compasses pointed east.

The Lamppost

Aside from maps and clocks and compasses, I also love lampposts. A clock is time; the human obsession of how much of it is left before we die, how it won’t wait, the only thing we can’t buy. A map is location or dislocation, finding your way or acknowledging you are lost, lost but lookingContinue reading “The Lamppost”

White Night

I was going to write I was going to tell you that You are a light But I was too displeased with my life that day to celebrate yours in my mind on the way It took me a while to catch up to dispel the fear, to join the cheer To find more loveContinue reading “White Night”