Post #5182

WORLD MAP May night. Outside, the dark storm prowls like a border patrol van. I sleep uneasily, my eyes fall on the world map, hung in the living room wall. And lo ! All the continents have disappeared, carried away like autumn leaves. The oceans are now oceans of absence, and this entire map - a map of ghostly emptiness. Full of terror and dread inside, I drag myself closer to that naked map, put my ears to it. And straining hard, I heard again that deep ancient humming filling a mother’s womb, the same humming that holds together the oceans. Geography blurred into pre-history blurred into biology. Just that humming, some sort of a starting point. #review#fz#poetry