Catalyst of Dreams
i walk a path
between soul's horizon
and the dirt lodged underneath fingernails,
a road carved out of blocks of air,
revealing itself one curve at a time
a Michaelangelo in the making.
it is enough
to walk in silence,
marking signposts along the way,
a chalk garden
dreams. large and small
escaping through a hole in my pocket,
littering the way,
breadcrumbs marking my way home.
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2015