There was a plan, once,
once there was a plan,
winding paths
through mountains, over streams,
to get us where we’re going –
there was a plan, once,
we all saw it,
etched the left-and-right
the north-and-west
into our eyes –
then burned the map
and trusted memory –
and along the way,
we all agreed
on every turn, every step,
yet somehow, somehow,
we are lost.
Burnt Maps
