Catching Wild Geese

I left

my notes for so long

–I lost them

wadded Post its

went missing,
 
 
 
graffiti’ed gum wrappers

got tossed,

recordings remained unheard,

and the back of hands

–washed without reference

the grit of urban scrawl

obscuring the wanderers

who lacked ingress

and floundered in the

Great Known

–an unknown knows nothing of

the nature of maps,

–unknown unmapped

the wisdom of asking directions,

–unknown ungrounded

the foresight of itinerary,

–unknown unpenned

and grasping that threads

need fingers

to complete loops

(bows & lassos)

I wove what stragglers

endured–

refuting

a concrete existence.