Cartography

Sometimes light just gets lost.
It is not so much an issue
of identity as it is
a matter
of
geography.
I partake in
directional dyslexia
with pride
and my trophy
is topped with arrows that
face in opposite points,
on a compass;
amid
the muck
and the sand.

Particles get stuck down gutters
and become too woozy
to make their way
back home.

We immerse ourselves
in neon
and try to see sense.

But i know that the sea still exists.
I can smell it;
even when it rains.