Daedal
BY A. E. STALLINGS
To build a labyrinth it takes
A twisted mind, a puzzled art,
A fractal branching of mistakes.
Drag out the shovels and the rakes,
The spirit level, sacred chart.
To build a labyrinth it takes
Shadows, stones, a way that snakes
And ladders to its shaky start;
An average mazing of mistakes,
The kind that everybody makes,
Set random intervals apart.
To build a labyrinth it takes
Dead ends that seem like lucky breaks,
The paths of bats that weave and dart
Through limestone caverns of mistakes.
The shaken Etch A Sketch awakes
A lost child buried in its heart.
To build a labyrinth it takes
Some good intentions, some mistakes.