I set out to find my heart
on the mappa mundi —
the gold-leaf sheen
so sharp,
black lettering
so blotted,
I could only wander
the world over, wondering
if this or that sheen
or this or that blot
or this or that missing piece
was mine.
I set out to find my heart
on the mappa mundi —
the gold-leaf sheen
so sharp,
black lettering
so blotted,
I could only wander
the world over, wondering
if this or that sheen
or this or that blot
or this or that missing piece
was mine.