to wander through words
Location
i am indoor wandering
under a mirrored ceiling in my own head—
my thinking sky
i am a lead balloon
a petrified caterpillar
who has not yet finished her cocoon.
the frozen stars
with their dull shine and hurricane dreams
leave
a hole in the wall
from a thought that moved somewhere else,
the invisible shadows seeping out and in
sometimes i see flowers growing through the floor
and rising up from the dirt in your brain
till fortune-cookie papers
have almost covered the walls
this mental goldsmith
with sea-sponge ears
and paper-mache soles in her shoes—
i can find my inspiration in
myself
tomorrow is not yet past.