Map Sense

Who has done what needs to be done?
No one. That’s why this needs to be

Done and is still not done. A bird
Can tune its beak to the whole world

And fly its way home, fly its way
To a sought point so far from home

It takes a turn back—in one go!
Ask a swift. Ask a tern. But you,

You can get lost in a small town,
A large house, a good book, your thoughts.

You have no map sense, and that’s why
You won’t do what needs to be done.