James Mills

Directions - Poem by James Mills

Who folded my map
before I'd even taken bearings?

I've tramped roads just
because they look like ways
I should go.

These creases are
unseemly foldings.
Who folded this map?

This mountain.
Was it meant for me?
See that river?
I can't swim. Wasn't taught.
Ought I to cross? Plunge under?
With this weight?

And deadends.

Who folded this map?

Slide it into my pocket
for its all I have.

I'll follow the smudged lines
and guess the way.

Or I might just shuffle off the page.

Comments about Directions by James Mills

  • Frances Macaulay Forde (5/6/2005 4:29:00 AM)

    Very funny - love the humour. This needs to be read aloud! (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 5, 2005

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