Poetry by David Rutiezerhttp://creativedavid.comshapeimage_1_link_0shapeimage_1_link_1
 

A Cartography of Childhood         

As I blur my eyes to a soft focus,

the marigold splotches


of “built-up areas”

become stars,


and constellations stripe out

along the major highways.


Cities glitter and stream.

Suburbs pulse


into the blank spaces.

Demarcations shift–


Cygnus glides below Springfield,

stretching his interstate wings


toward Champaign/Urbana.

Rockford, the head


of the ram, arching and forlorn,

curls into its own


untold secret. Chicago anchors

the blue exhalation


of Lake Michigan,

pressing its slender crescent


onto the curved collar

like a Japanese fan.


And to think

this is all I knew of life


‘til I was eleven–

checkerboard streets,


that serrated edge we called shoreline,

clumps of cartoon trees


to mark the Forest Preserves.

All the raccoons I knew


lived where the tip of that brush

touched paper.


David Rutiezer

c. 2008