I see the maps, watch you navigate –
you will always find the shortest route
between two points, I know –
but no straight line can satisfy
this wind over water
or a thousand meandering coastlines,
curving latitude and longitude
and currents marked ‘adventure’.
The ocean is a shade of blue perfection.
The map, folded in my hand, is salt
and something like tears.
© 2019 Susan Chambers