Time For a Nap

I pulled over

to look at a map

that had sat in my trunk

for two winters.

The mildew stains

didn’t make it easy to read.

What made it worse

was the fact that it was for Nevada.

I was in Oregon,

or at least I was pretty sure I was.

It was about that time

I realized I was lost

with less than a quarter-tank of gas

no cell phone coverage.

A nap seemed like a good idea.