Why I Hate Reading Maps

Salam,

A poem to share with you

Why I Hate Reading Maps

I have unrolled a map

onto my kitchen table

and put one finger

where you are and

another where I am.

The space between

is only inches. That close,

I could feel you breathing.

I could reach out and

run my fingers through

every strand of your hair,

touch your lips and

barely need to move.

In the corner of the map

there is a guide for judging scale:

every inch a hundred miles

full of roads and rivers and trees,

the guide a sharp reminder

that you are where you are

and I am where I am,

inches apart.

This poem © Gabriel Gadfly. Published Apr 23, 2011

This is an auto publish entry..by now, we are already on the road to Putrajaya ^_^