The Atlas

I threw out my world today
It was outdated no longer
Providing current knowledge
Only history of what was
Borders changed, countries
Inhaled by others, thus losing
Their identity.
For a brief moment I hesitated
Because it did reflect what was
But in letting go I can deal with
What is.
I watched the trash man spin
My world upon its axis
He looked it over considering
Its worth
He pointed out discrepancies
To his co-worker
I only felt the spin, the changes
Represented, the letting go
Of all that was to enable me
To create room for each
New border of what will be.

written by Pauline January, 2006
copyright 2006