Pipsqueak

Pipsqueak

There is always North, South,
West, East, the scrawny voice

of reason squeaks out,

there are maps with every bit of land
pinned down with a name,

a lion under a net,

this is the sandy isthmus
there so you can dash across it.

A little island

can make a dent in the ocean,
maybe you can find it again

in your lifetime.