On Monday, I posted the poem, “It Doesn’t Exactly . . .” I asked for your help to identify what “it” is. The truth is that I didn’t know then and don’t know now for sure what the poem talks about. And, in case, your wondering, yes, I was (and am) in a legal state of mind.

Thanks to these folks for their guesses:
Bryant, Jill, Armando S. Cabral, Anonymous and Meghan.

They all gave excellent answers. Each is well reasoned. I liked Bryant’s answer (case of vertigo), and Jill’s too (time machine).

When I saw Armando’s answer (map to nowhere), I thought, “That must be what it is.” Perhaps it is a featureless map with an X for “You are here,” and another X for “It is here.” (Whatever “it” is.)

Then Anonymous suggested a book. That’s possible, it fits the description. Especially if it’s a blank ledger book.

Well, I’ll have to think about it. You all have helped me zero in on the possibilities. Do you suppose it could be a featureless map to nowhere that has been placed in a case of vertigo aboard a time machine and shows you where to find the blank ledger book?

Perhaps my friendly neighbor and fellow blogger, Meghan, can come over and help me find it. Her response was: “I guess we’ll have to stop by and see for ourselves!” I seem to have misplaced the thing — whatever it is.