the map


its ever rising and falling hills,

cliffs, seas and islands

change its face everyday.






a turn of a key,

a twist of mind,

a curve in a road,

the head of a contrail,

this moment in time.






this place and time


every inch in space

wears the same clothes.

each moment in time

rides the same horse.

sit up in the saddle!

Copyright James Phoenix 2017

updated 5/7/2017