It would depend on where and when, but I’d want a Rand McNally
from a gas station somewhere just outside of Omaha heading north
if I wanted to find Niobrara today;

or an OS Explorer at a small shop in Coniston to confirm
I was nowhere near the best way of getting to Ennerdale and see Crag
Farm once again nestled at the foot of its fell;

and whatever German equivalent there was for guiding us to the
Taunus mountains near Frankfort as teenagers, just to convince those
Polezie we’d planned to camp when found lost in a town,

yet never this misnomer for a figurative sketch
as if an actual route rather than wing and prayer to reach from here
to there before reminded of the indefensible loss.