The Cartographer

I chose salt water. Mountains.
Turned my back
to the Midwest's cold and snow.

I'm learning a new geography of the moth-
Sammamish, Snoqualmie, Chehalis-
destinations smooth on my tongue

as the Sound sliding away from shore.
I don't care about latitudes,
As if knowing the mileage between us would make sense.

The past few months are old mountain ranges worn smooth.

I know where I've been, where you are.
I'll create a legend
in case you want to follow.

by Micahel Bonacci