Detour
This
way isn’t straight.
It’s
out of my way.
Going
in the
wrong
direction –
just
wrong
I
sigh loudly
and
mutter
curses
and
ignore
the
winding
beauty
of an
unknown
road.
But
this detour
is
short and will –
eventually
–
take
me home
home
home.
His
grieving widow
and
solemn-eyed children
wonder
if perhaps –
Perhaps
–
If
it’s not too
inconvenient,
could
I go
out
of my way –
just
a bit –
while
his broken
colleagues
examine
the site
of
his final detour.
Just some catharsis going on here. I didn't know Sgt. Dulle or his family, but I did take a detour today because of his death. Read about it here if you'd like.
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having spent a bit of time among sheriffs deputies back in the day...it is sad to see one pass int he line of duty...heart heavy for the family he leaves behind...
ReplyDeleteyour poem is a special and caring, sensitive embrace and honor to a heroes passing...your words lead straight to ones heart and will stay with all those who read your compassionate poem...
ReplyDeletehearts to you...<3
This is so tragic. My thoughts and prayers are for Sgt. Dulle's family.
ReplyDeleteVery sad. A lovely tribute, Bug.
ReplyDeleteStilled me this morning.
ReplyDeleteSo very sad and senseless. What's sadder is that you could have written it 69 more times for the 69 others killed in the line of duty (so far) in 2011. Three of them were from Michigan.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written.
ReplyDeleteOh what a sad situation. A beautiful poem in tribute.
ReplyDeletePowerful and heartfelt. Thank you for this, and for honoring the fallen with your words.
ReplyDeleteYou have such wonderful words for such a heart breaking situation. You really capture how so many lives are touched in this.
ReplyDeleteVery tragic situation. Your poem is a beautiful response.
ReplyDeleteHow often we are irritated at inconvenience and detours ... until we understand.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Dana, for capturing this.
You have an extraordinary gift.