The Geography of Hope Wednesday, February 19, 2014Wednesday, February 19, 2014Ken At the antipodes – youth and old age – an estuary: wild river meets calm sea. An atoll of hope rings my island. On this worn multicolored map of relief, a compass rose showing all possible directions. Share this poem:TwitterFacebookTumblrRedditEmailLinkedInWhatsAppPinterestLike this:Like Loading... Related