POEM - Creative Cartography

Let’s draw a treasure map

And maybe it will come true

We will start right here

From the front door

The path leads away

Meandering around the bend

It disappears until we follow

Along the way there are forests

Mysterious and dark

Spotted with caves

And questionable taverns

Cutthroats and highwaymen

Nefarious charlatans

And scheming opportunists

Somewhere there is a river

With a little lonely bridge

Built in an ancient age

You say to draw in a monster

There are always monsters

Living beneath the bridge

Next is a steep canyon

Resplendent with treacherous crags

Then a large lonely ocean

Interrupted by a vast archipelago

Foreboding isles in every direction

But it is here we must go

To an inconspicuous sandy shore

Guarded by jutting sharp stones

Now the ideas are flowing

Vivid and fluid

I can barely keep up

Then the napkin tears

And we are out of space

And this map will have to do

As I fold it up carefully

Put it in my pocket

I know where the treasure lies

And you smile at our little game

The next map will be better

You promise and then run off

That’s alright

This map has already found

Everything it was supposed to