Assemblage

Tracey Rolfe

it starts
with a tour of the house
  this is the kitchen
    this is your bedroom
      this is your cot
        this is the cat
this swaddling in a map  your own possum-skin coat
  boundary-marked and   wrapped tight
  containing your breath, your skin, your bones

you fit together your world
  this is your house
    this is your neighbourhood
      your suburb  your city your state

you fit together your friends
  neighbourhood first  kindergarten and school expand local maps
    this is Kelly's house
      this is Christie's
        John lives here

university splays your map wide
slots in public transport
  this tram for Phong's house
    a train and bus for Benny's

piece by piece you assemble it
ignorant of street-linkages until you drive
    this road runs into that
     here is the cinema
      here, the market
       turn here for the freeway
        tollway's that way

travel gives you more
  this city's in this country
    this lake drains into this sea
      here you tilt back your head and eat herrings this way
        there you eat snails

this is your puzzle
  this person fits here
    that person is there
      the city's neural pathways
        are grooves in your board
      each year the grooves fill  more and more pieces
    disparate things come together and
   you glimpse the whole

but the city grows  forges new linkages   faster than you can keep up

it ends

with the puzzle set solid  incomplete   forgotten
  the world narrows
   to some plot of land   some damp hole  some box or urn
a crowd of wet faces  and the missing pieces of your puzzle
 the pieces of their own puzzles  clutched tight in their fists