cartographyA Poem by Jand if it were that easy
i'd give you a postcard scrawled with indian ink which says everything needed to be known in a heartbeat washed in cyan and magenta and a dab of sunflower yellow the colour of home and well-wishes before confetti is thrown off one of those sparkling ocean liners destined for some hard to pronounce grecian port "where are you now? between days spent fishing and diving in the seychelles comfortably unaware of the thousands displaced by the latest numbing headline?" where are we now is a fitting entry to a novel you say i'm meant to write describing moments of insanity and devotion and happiness found in some future world where owning all five senses would be a gift and not a promise where not everything would be divided into three square meals of clasped hands offering prayers to the unknown yet slightly believable notion that is god in whatever form your mind and origin dictates to be the history of you and your family caught between faith and the obvious between premonitions and the avoidable logic of home. © 2009 JAuthor's Note
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