Maps are approximations

Man sketches Earth:
Earth bears us up, draws us down

Man gives names to things, to own:
“Elliot Bay.” “Mercer Island.”

The land and the water meet
where the people come,
But the land needs no name.

About pinklightsabre

William Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose, and lives in the Pacific Northwest.
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