elements of being, placement

So what if I can't read a compass
I am not lost; Here is where
I'm supposed to be.

Latitude and longitude-
mute units couldn't fathom
life love or existence
and I have no need for sextants
to lead me towards fates or futures.

No ancient mariners' maps
will absently remind
that sunken souls are wading
sleepily into immeasurable depths
of still and briny solitude.

Dawn splits sky from sea, and bottom
sand reveals its fractured beauty.
Starfish pull against the tides,
an inch towards distant,invisible suns.