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
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
I trace my way home
red on black.
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2015