it was a soldered bond

unequivocally bound

built on GPS

and a ham radio sound

 

the couple to traverse the globe

separated by a mental snap

held together by cryptic cyphers

and a well-worn world map

 

hermits of trauma

lovers by PTS
  
they worked out their lives
  
with a coded finesse

 

latitude

longitude
  
and Longfellow’s tone
  
they circled the earth

each step for the other  
 
while completely alone
 

a line from “A Day Of Sunshine”

converted to code

blended with coordinates

and off to that pivot they rode
 

traversing mountains

surveying swampland mops

tangled in tree limbs

to each other a globe trot
 

overcoming all physical boundaries

the daylight could trap or unfold

then, switch on the ham radio
  
the other’s words to void night’s cold
 

to finish the poem together

each reading, crackling wavelengths, another line  
 
bringing to life their love

this poet from another time


to sleep and then map another journey
  
to experience all on this planet to find
  
was really a corner of darkness
  
in her damaged schizophrenic mind

 

her lover torn apart by a land mine

she, the same,  but still alive in a bed
  
the only GPS still running

was the imagination in her head

 
 

where her body could cling to a cliff side

with a cascading waterfall just below
  
rappelling to an axis
  
an angle, her lover would know

 
 

scribbles on the map would take her

morphine would fold and recreate time
 

daylight

 

nightfall

 

radio

 

Longfellow’s rhyme

 
 

it’s not a bad place to settle

in fact it’s not a place at all to be
  
as Hank sang to her heart
 

“Blithe as the air is, and as free?”

 
 

 

 
 

 

© ruth follmann
 

 

 

 

 

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