Sunday 11 September 2011

anna couani

The Map of the World

The map of the world is felt from the inside. Rough around the coastlines and smooth over the hills and sand dunes. Warm and moist through the rivers which lead outside to the forests like long hair then sparser like shorter more bristly hair to the touch. Reading a glove of the world its topography in relief. Reading with the fingers as though blind. Feeling it with the back, down the spine. Making contact with the nipples and the nose only. Moving at a fast rate underwater trough the oceans and large lakes. Most fo the oceans connect up with each other. Moving so fast you become aware of the earth’s surface being curved. Flying low but fast across the land masses. Make yourself feel like the world. As old but not as troubled.

4 comments:

Roxana said...

this is very lovely. and the images here somehow make me remember a few of your poems.

swiss said...

it is lovely. i know nothing about her, just have this in an anthology

ACski said...

The last line should read: "As old but not as troubled."

swiss said...

good spot! and it's changed. ta