Automobiles enlace around clover-leaved lanes
Engines and streetlights, circuits and logic gates
Hammer on
With atomic exactitude
While the world itself
Wobbles
Like a falling top

North, South, East, West
Cardinal directions mean little these days
From the car to the building, from the building to the car
Long gone
Are the anxious dreams
Of Colombus at sea
Though the keels are cracked
And the astrolabe misplaced
Among a million
Other things

Pin-pointedly lost
We, too
Wobble on

Even the geese are confused as to where to go
After so many thousands of years
Of knowing

 -- James Krueger