The Map

The map laid out, before me.
Every friend and scout,
each mark in the web,
each path, hope and desire,
listed and said.
Each chance grasped, and missed.
Each kiss, and those unkissed.
Each red glory and green depression,
hill and road,
river and stream.
Each dream.
Each birth, success, spark and slog.
Each sign, now clear.
Each step,
every perfect step to here.
Each smile, tear, fold and wrinkle.
Each shout and breath,
from my birth to my death,
I see,
on the map laid out, before me.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.