I know you dreamt of wings
but all I can make is maps
of words
and I hope
one day to sketch a way
back to a moment when
you knew carrying hands.
To Map You Home
Intentional geographies
Intentional geographies
I know you dreamt of wings
but all I can make is maps
of words
and I hope
one day to sketch a way
back to a moment when
you knew carrying hands.
Until the maps are remade.
A skeptic challenged Picasso about his art, and the artist, in response, explained that while he did not understand a word of Chinese, he had no doubt that the language existed. So much of nuance resists translation. So much flavor is too perishable to survive transport, and the limits of an art are temporal. When someone ventures into an uncharted landscape, they will seem to others to be simply––gone.