Voices on the Wind
Lost in a Maze Searching for a Labyrinth
by Larry Turner
“And here, just off the Riverwalk,
we’ll place a labyrinth, laid out
in brick, where walkers can cross the street
to follow its path or sit on park benches
and contemplate its mystery.”
At least that’s how I imagine Naperville’s
city council discussing the matter. Still,
I’ve seen enough of city councils
to doubt it happened that way.
Some mornings I went blocks out of my way
to walk the labyrinth. It never was
the solitary experience I sought. Always
mothers sat on those park benches while
preschoolers ran across that big brick circle, paying
no more attention to its pattern than they did
to lines in coloring books they scribbled through.
Looking back, I know why those mothers were there.
They needed to find their path, a need they sensed
but couldn’t articulate. The running children were
still too young to lose their way, be led astray
by television and whatever else lay in wait.
But perhaps children too young
to be corrupted by television
like spirit-driven city councils
are just another of my fancies.