Since latitude remains so obvious—
although even that was not always so—
I’ll construct my bearing on longitude,
which reflects more confusion about life,
time, and the process of contemplation.
Each day I traverse invisible lines
that appear on faces of those whom I love.
Body expression appears vertical,
yet we judge the face horizontally,
wishing for the magic of sudden smile.
Spirituality resides in lines
that run up and down like ladders and slides.
Longitude conjures childhood joy in me,
improves my adult sensibility.