The Trouble With Maps Poem by GORDON GILHULY

I have begun a new journey
it is not a journey
of my own forging and so
it must be holy
it
must be my journey
one that has existed within
me since before the Fall
one that has denied
me
one that has forever
known it own terminus

I am swept along in my fear
I consult the maps that have
always
comforted me in the past that
brought me here where I thought
I was to be found but that
only contained you
your
journey cleverly disguised by
sirens as home you cannot be
my journey my inevitability
so like a fool I take
counsel
once again with old charts
old maps old thoughts
I do not know that there
is a problem with
maps
I do not know that I
contain my journey that
I am always here that the
beginning and the goal are
one

the trouble with maps is that they make you think
that you are separate from your destination