True North

The lines are blurry now

like a coffee stained map

like crossed wires

its hard to find my bearings

some days I stand here in the south and look north past sugar mountain

looking almost all the way

to Mackinac

Michilimackinac

Which I'm allowed to say

becuase I'm a Michigander

or at least I used to be

I used to know what lakes were about, and what the pines smell like in winter

I knew about Indian names, and Hemi's and big block Chevys and FoMo Co

and Iggy fucking Pop

and maybe I stll do

Standing amid the coffee stains and jumbled wires of a life already in progress

Standing amid finisihed dreams, and summers of dust, and a thousand autums,

and another year

of lists, and maps, and memories of places that do and don't exist

Just like home

Just like true north.