First Map

The infant sees her mother’s face. Rounded, it looms,
fading in and out of focus.

Lunar, it rises
from chaos.
Shadows,
darkness and
milky light,
soft edges,
bent angles,
wavering
shapes,
coalesce
into eyes
and smiles,
mapping
the symmetry
of curved and
straight lines.

It becomes the horizon and delivers the world.