Another previously published poem.

Map Reading

“This is where we started from,” you say.

A feeble line, on uncertain ground,

Wispy as your hair once on my coat.

“This is where we think we went,” you say.

A wavering contour took us round

And back – though no higher, yet so close.

“This is where we meet again,” you say.

Looking for pointers is how we found

Each other, when thinking we were lost.

Stuart Larner

first published Kansas City Voices (Volume 10),2012