Domino

Torrent winds shred inked plans,
Reduce our maps to tears and pieces.
North torn and buried under Eastern
Latitudes and imperfect directions.

You can get back on.
You can get back home.

Morning begins on the back beat,
In an unfamiliar time signature. Rushing
Through the chorus, you miss the break—
Speed through your solo, your shining moment.

You can get back on.
You can get back home.

Readjust your coordinates. Set
Your sail to speed around the carnage.
Pay careful attention to the landmarks.
They are the only thing you will ever remember.