Dirty Thirty* Poetry Challenge Prompt Day 6:
Grab a map (or Google one…) and randomly select a place you have never been to. Write a poem about what it would be like visiting that place for the first time.
*The Dirty Thirty Challenge is a closed facebook group of poets, the fabulous facilitators are providing a prompt a day which I am mostly following along with.
A line I will never cross. Made real in the choices I do not make. I close my fingernails across the torn edges of the dreams I am too small to dream. Edge the distance across a laminated table top that says nothing when I ask. Leave the porch light on. I will find you there. I will find you. In every opened border. Every spilled somewhere, someday, somewhy. I will find you there. In black dots and red lines and a blue trail to lead the light. I will find you there. In the distances between then and now and here and who we might one day become. I will find you there. I will crack open the desk drawers. I will rewrite every page until the sand turns into sweat and the dust in your eyes turns into love. I will unscrew every nail. I will hammer every bolt. I will test every corner with the inside of my knee. I will build nests on the top shelves and hide crocheted blankets in the fold between the rest. I will draw new lines over the old and make a different kind of maybe. And in the end, I will find you there. I will find you there. I will find you there.
I will find you. In every map.