Mapping My Way Home Again
My #2 for National Poetry Month, 2015
i have a wall map pinned to my heart.
It sits absent push pins
to mark the milestones
we traveled
sometime back.
No landscape markings
for territories uncharted
no compass to point true north.
I lack the will to dismember it
tear it into pieces
that reflect the rivers of my heart
isolated and grained.
i push a pin into the flesh of my thumb
and watch a small bubble of red
seep.
I trace my way home
with it
red on black.
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2015