Saint Paul, 6 July 2006
for Cindy
The innermost fold
of the only map
to your wilderness
has instructions
how to unfold
Instructions I’m told
are a series of frames
cartoons with no captions
and footprints with no feet
that might divulge your bearings
It’s this folded paper
held close to my chest
I never attempt to unfold
lacking the very directions
your confounded map conceals