Poem a Day 29: X marks a spot . . .

X marks a spot on the map, perchance more than arriving at a destination, a meandering toward the end,really, a whole month of a form of meditation,writing poetry, trying to define the unknown,x-related, not x-rated,multi-directional, within, without, unexpectedly connecting to endless skiesand those I love, all as the earth turns,another day, another mark on the calendar,and, for now,