
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