June 5, 2015

Sunday, Monday

I could not tell you
the day of the week,
over the last year or so,
having just one more
place I must go.
Nothing but an old
and faded map,
will get me there, I know,
showing everything
but where I am.
I can see all
the places I have been,
though some
are in the creases,
turned into
straight lines
I must at one time
or another have taken,
probably on some silly whim.
It's unlikely I would ever
go that way again, 
having been
most everywhere
I spoke of,
way back