Agnosis

He considered the map she
Had carefully folded for
Him, somehow managing to

Place every crease awkwardly.
The wind was picking up. Would
They still have time to get

A shower before it got
Too wild? He lifted his head.
Where had he been all this time?

And what would happen if, now
Without the map, she got lost
While he had it but couldn’t

Read it? This was long ago,
Even in human ages.
The wind picked up. She wasn’t

Here yet, and he had to go.
Already, he was having
To go, why or where, he did