North Of Oz
Once you stumbled
upon the place and now burn
holes in your shoes to find it
again. From Maine
to Madagascar, compass
in pocket, coordinates inscribed
on your brain like the name
of a firstborn, you trek
with a hunger that feels encoded
in your DNA for one glimpse.
But did you remember
to toss away
your gear?
©Lucy Aron, Many Mountains Moving, 2002
