You Are Here Maplines spider-webbing across the creased plane of a folded page, red highways intersecting blue backroads connecting green interstates in starred and circled cities, all numbered into memory and legend--I-55 North to St. Louis, I-40 from Oklahoma City to Memphis, Sixty-six and Sixty-one to smoky, distant pasts. All a jumble, a multicolored puzzle I can only begin to solve with a finger stuck defiantly into a random point, marked decisively with a red pushpin. Future is nothing but movement. I was young, sitting still as impossible as suspending thought until I knew my location on this map, small, black arrow marking the only place I could logically stop just long enough to chart my route, certain I will never pass along this road again. Jeff Kersh |