I. Seeking love
My land is a star
my land is lime and ocher forming
arrows
pointing to a beleaguered heart
my land has edges shaping me
glowing runway blue in my dark
I began complete
I reached land anchored
my answers sought questions but
gave up
pre-contact
so I remain alone
surveying my details
measuring my days
forming the cartography of me
Someday
I will find you
studying this atlas
you are out there
on my globe somewhere
and I pray
you have learned
to read maps
