I handed you a map of the world.
“Been there. Done that,” you said.
But what do you remember of those
Jewel dark caves, the green drip of moss
Across trees?
“No one ever asks me that,” you said.
“Not once in all this time.”
Maybe you should tell them,
Let them see where the waves touched
You.
“Here’s a map to the heart,” I said,
“Start with this.”
Kate Bowers is a writer based out of Pittsburgh, PA. She has been published previously in “The Ekphrastic Review,” “Rue Scribe,” “Sheila-Na-Gig,” and in the anthology “Pandemic Evolution: Poets Respond to the Art of Matthew Wolfe,” edited by Hayley Haugen.