The Map of Whatever Just Happened

No matter how confined, we may,
Every last one of us, travel

To realms of the invisible.
In fact, we’re always doing so.

In fact, it’s all we ever do.
It’s only that, once we get there,

The invisible, discovered,
Grows visible on arrival.

Be comforted. No explorer,
No privileged adventurer

Ever transcended this problem,
Ever reached this shore before you,

You, near-motionless scientist,
Mists rising from fresh points of view.