Maps tell stories about places we know and others we wish to visit. About technology and the speed with which we can traverse vast distances, and about the things we’ll see (or avoid) on our way from point A to point B.
I have chosen to write about an actual region on a map. No particular route yet, a poem about a location I have inhabited
Bike, hike, climb, a peak
Eyes closed, seeing senses,
Summer suns my cheeks,
Soft edge needles I sense,
Ponderosa, Douglas Fir, & Lodgepole,
Pungent Western Pine forest tickles my senses