While Drafting a Map to Nowhereyet

So hopefully I maintain some posting-regularity here. In an attempt, I'm going to add a few more over the next couple of days.

This one is a recent re-write. The bones and guts were there for a while, but it needed some healthy pink flesh, and this is the outcome. It was basically inspired by a nap; I had gone to lay down with a specific question in mind, one I had been bouncing around for a while - set my alarm, and took 40 winks. Woke up to the very beginning of a song that is really about truth and accurate vision, in a sense. Go look for it if you like, maybe some of you even know it. But what it did for me was answer that question without really answering it; almost like using a parable to explain a complex issue, it made me think in a way that helped me realize a truth that I might not have seen before or without - and that's exactly how God, the universe, our 'collective unconscious' works, little co-incidental nudges that say, "hey, pay attention," work - whichever of those you believe in. And that's what this poem is really about, paying attention.

Oh, and by the by... I'm working on cleaning up the crackly endings. Working with a new recorder, so bear with me.