Rounding the horn

Rounding the horn


I'm at the office
cleaning fish and answering the phone
when my niece makes an appearance.
Her unabashed clothes and numerous earrings
shame my antiquated pirate shirt.

She's brought a map of South America
to help visualize our journey.
We lay it on the floor among ocean-shaped puddles
and admire the effect
praying for abstraction.

Darwin's vessel was never this well equipped
for harvesting mutants.