LISTEN TO THAT

Little voice in
Your heard when it
Says to stop and
Check or to go
Back where you were
When things might have
Gone off the track
Without a noise
And you were left
Waiting to see
What awaited
You wherever
Your trackless trek
Took your feckless
Self in a place
With just that voice
As GPS
And just that voice
To clarify
Bent characters
Lurking like tree
Trunks and limbs in
A block of fog
That could be home
Or that could be
A sign warning
Of work ahead
And you need to
Slow the heck down
And keep your head
Where it belongs
If it belongs
To you at all
Or to that voice
Telling you to
Stop and listen