not slow, but making space for all to change…
from “A Change of Maps” by Carolyne Wright
Above us, satellites measure the drift
of continents, dissolving vows
of bedrock, offshore shelves conceding
all their striations to the sea.
They track the moon’s loosening orbit,
explorer shuttle homing in
with batteries of data, micro-
chips shrinking our wildest dreams.
We roll up the old cartographies
coordinates overlaid with newer,
more transparent certainties
in the subatomic shadows’ glare.
Where now? we want to know of landscape –
houses and poplars and children the maps
and master planners have no idea of.
Our arrival will coincide with the true
colors of our going. We look
both ways for distances that shift
their bearings in our favor.