LOST

Lost

Wandering

            the labyrinth without

                        a ball of twine,

No crumbs

            in the pocket

                        in a dark,

dark wood.

            No compass, no sextant,

                        no X

marks the spot,

Chronometers split

                        in two, maps

ripped.

            Charts faded,

                        crumbled

                                    Rosetta stone.

Astrolabes

            sunk to the floor

                        off the sea,

            Stars swaddled in clouds,

            Sun doused by rain.

The white

            rabbit

                        turns

                                    the corner –

Disappears.