Small Wonder and Corner Man Catch A Thief

I stare at maps. Maps on my wall, maps in books, maps on the computer. I used to have a map shower curtain that I'd study while rinsing and repeating. I look at streets I lived on, live on, walk by. I look at the intersections, the rivers, the blue highways, and all the distance between me and those I love. The distance is inches, or feet, or thousands of miles, depending on the mood, the view, the map.

I've been reading old notebooks and staring at word maps, the details of places and times well known and half remembered, or half forgotten.  I wonder what I will think when I look back at the notebooks of today, the maps of my here and now.