First you’ll need a map
don’t use the ones you get for free
you may think there is no map
but that will only make it harder
search old shelves, gadget boxes, throw away zones
washed up wishing wells;
trust the sides of broken bottle highways
where millionaires discard their jewels
and if you find one drawn by hand
and if its lines keep disappearing
and if it’s lakes leak streams of blue
if the words float wide across it’s oceans
pick it up
it’s yours
take it.
Now take that map and walk inside
let it’s nowhere roads abduct you
feel it’s paper cities under your toes
patter down the interstates
drench yourself in those waterless lakes
dry off on their ink lined shores
look closely for the townspeople
peeking out behind the words
rest between the careless folds
fall though the holes
make your north go south
let your shoes
follow you in.
Once you know
where you are going
cross your oceans
in a windshield wiper stroke
observe your continents
drifting in a morning’s coffee
see those lines run off the page into
the architecture of trees
use the compass of the sun
but be glad you’re on a planet
with roads to take you where
(as you knew all along)
there is no
map.
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