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Once I plotted my course
on nautical charts -
I used the sun and stars
my position in the world
Once my ship sailed the seas
by my compass course -
I drew lines on a map
me through far off seas to port
Once I was the pilot
steering from the bridge -
But she altered my course
Thursday 26th April 2018 12:24 pm
Life is a map,
scaled to fit ones horizons.
Cities are a woven web of avenues,
with vines and branches that spread.
Roads, train tracks, canals, rivers, lakes and mountains
mark their territory with a tracery of lines.
They weave a pattern like the doodling of a bored giant.
Take a line for a walk.
Draw me a path home.
Sunday 3rd April 2016 11:10 pm