What, divided by summer and multiplied by winter,
is equal to the number of squares on a map? You
stand on that shore between northings, I on my own
between eastings. Seasons of rain in other worlds,
in other hemispheres, are not so much reversible
as they are fed and fevered by more than tears.
There will always be limits we seem powerless to bend.
What latitude value creates a square with the largest
room, a space no one needs to bridge? That is where
I want to travel, that is where I want to stay.