The Things We Draw on Maps

The Things We Draw on Maps

There are men who write

where men don’t speak

peaceful revolts

which overthrow bloodthirsty kings

business men who give undeserved gifts

music in the middle of a battlefield

strawberries in the woods

people who meet & understand each other

amazing triumphs of love with no strings attached

There are small precarious paradises

along the path we walk

on the shore of a wild monstrous sea

where it smells like grilled fish

& festive laughter

where we play without rules and balance

in unison on large red hammocks

where we embrace & lose track of time.

Where we forget with cheerful vehemence.