my vision is limited
I see what is nearby
the distance mere shapes
and vague shadows
I see you in front of me
your smile and your eyes
where I go next
shifts away
—
we can never be lost
if we don’t know
where we are going
my map is my creation
family friends books
shape the topography
of this landscape
I look but make out nothing
at all from where we are
( from “Sonnet” April 2012)
