destination

I like maps.
Gas station paper maps
that are folded in some odd origami
that once undone
can never quite be folded that way again.

I like atlases and old surveyors maps
with the keys to the different hash marks and dot dot dots
in neat little boxes in the corners of the page.

Pictures of newly discovered countries
when the earth was flat
and there were sea monsters
and undiscovered riches to be found.

Destinations, all to find a destination,
to trace our path, the turning point,
the crossroad to get us to that future place.

Take me to that ancient path,
set before me the way,
lead me to my destination,
where once lost,
I am found.

First Week of Advent