Monday, June 18, 2012

Geography

If north depends on where you are,
what is ever certain or solid?

Facsimile maps of self are fraying,
flawed rivers not flowing,
landscape broken but
wielding a compass,
still.

You kick feeble, familiar rocks off the way, into a cliff,
for no other reason than to learn.

Is south where you are, or were you
even willing to be?

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