THE CARTOGRAPHER TRIES TO MAP HIS WAY BACK

the Past has no colour
Time
has abandoned it

it is soft
to the touch
then: rough

the compass
does not know
which way to turn

"Is there no map
to take us back
to before

we stepped into
the photograph
what was that

misheard Donne thing?
"...about must and
about must go..."

"NNW?"
( the mind's guess )
Time

has no colour
the Past
has abandoned it



*

On a huge hill,
Cragged and steep, Truth stands, and he that will
Reach her, about must and about must go,

John Donne - SATIRE 111