Maps

The years unspool like birds wheeling through the sky.

It's hard to tell what the point is, when all
points are part of that movement.

Sugar in every mouthful, no matter how hard 
you try to avoid it.

What can you tell me about the future
that my past self writing to you now 
could not anticipate?

We walked through the fairgrounds, licking 
ice cream wrapped in folded cones.

When we took long road trips, the children got
excited about pushing pennies into a machine 
that flattened them into arrowheads.

Is there a star that can still be named 
after your beloved?

A telescope sits on the nightstand, pointed
at a corner of the ceiling.

A hundred fragments shake loose: which trail
is the one that leads to the moon and not
to a torn loaf of bread?