Wandering over maps

without prescience

no navigation to take us forward

with any certainty

life happening in the gaps

without gps

without compass

an internal sense of direction

North is imagined

foresight has gone blind

maps and charts

just the raving scribbles

of those who dreamt

they ruled the world

for after all

names were built upon denial

and the wild guesses of men

who had ventured beyond their knowledge

and lost themselves in the stars – Caroline A. Slee