As he writes, the eastern edge of the storm blurs the horizon.
Does that render the map inaccurate?
Poems are maps maps of past joys and hardships maps of futures and dreams
Like makers of topographical maps writers describe specific territory at a precise moment, Maps are snapshots frozen in time, influenced by climate and culture, colored by politics and beliefs.
Maps change, as natural and unnatural forces work to sculpt, rework and reshape the landscape.
Beautiful as they are, maps may not be accurate representations of reality, but, rather blueprints of what could have been, should have been, what might yet happen…or not.
In times of reckoning, some try to restore what was, but change is inevitable.
When old maps no longer reflect reality, it is time to re-explore the territory, time to revise, redraw or create new maps.
As he writes, the storm has passed. In the west, clear blue sky highlights new horizons.
Desert Dweller 