Limit of maps

we were lost
the anger between driver and navigator
a radiator
which boiled over
a hissing spitting venting of steam


then the silence of unfamiliar roads



Sending out tentative search parties of reconciliation
but some directions are irretrievable
there’s no taking them back

Lost in uncharted territory
beyond the help of St Christopher or Gregory’s

Each thinking silently
perhaps this time
we’ve gone


too far.



© rob walker