Blue is for rivers,
curving tortuous paths between
the ill-shaped igneous rocks.
Red is for land,
purple the background.
On the map, a plenitude of names—
more of places,
of people,
a myriad of entities squeezed to recognition,
each craving to find a space
between the weeds and thorns,
the longing to belong.
Whether A4 or wall-sized,
the interface will never suffice
to showcase each one, every piece,
every contester and even winner,
in the tournament for the trophy of fame.
So stray from the race for space.
Retreat to the bushes where the waters be,
find relief in nature’s peace.
Find your river too.
Follow it into the sea,
and be the quickwater
that propels another
as they find their way
through the labyrinthine byways of life’s maze.
