Maps

I have always lived in towns

not on maps.

Search, it is the only way

I have found these places myself.

The nearest city is very far

and a fold of handwritten paper

is what you follow,

even to the heart.

This house has no doors

so you need not knock,

just call,

and the great window

is open to the world.

The soft rain is how I’ve grown

the green and blooms you find there.

You could climb that ladder

leaning against the house

to the sky,

but it is best to go further,

a longer walk,

and step into one of the caves

of earth with shining crystals

and minerals, one dripping water

down so another may rise

to meet it, together

in love and creation.

It’s how they say

we arrived here, from a cave

in the beginning.