~ROBERT
JAMES
BERRY~
MAPS
I leaf over soft uplands
Follow fanning estuaries
Into pale lakes
Imagining tides that chisel isthmuses
Towers of ice
Dark gravelly tongues of glaciers
Moving beside monstered sounds,
Archipelagoes that unfurl into infinity.
Tracking these crenellated coasts
Where the gray blobs are boisterous
ports
The broken lines
Shipping routes nosing out into
open water
Into latitudes licked by sun,
At last me eye rounds a spit of sand
Sculpted by gales,
And up along the choppy harbour
Into my childhood,
Whipped by the wind.
© by Robert James Berry
