West

320th and Pac Ave.
I-5 to 18
to I-90 for somewhere East.
Far beyond jagged peaks.
A place 
without numbers
the Mediterranean sits.
No cross
to place it on the grid.
Frantic lines,
barely recognizable, sketch
horizons fade to an unclear haze;
air recycled by pines
the edge of human cognition.


A reminder.
America once too was veiled.
Cartographer's hand driven by heart and hope,
not satellite.
We've erred.
The professional touches
this impossible reality,
(somehow) beyond the sea
lies an infinite Western land.