There’s this fire in my belly
Restless, tying my hair in braids
I don’t have everything
figured out, but I’m getting
good at removing expectations
like
picking up a pencil
without checking to see
if it was sharpened first
and trying my best
to be clear because
people can’t read
my mind
I’m afraid though
there’s this clock
that keeps going off around this time
and I have more than one dream.
I once lived in a Utah desert. I
slept on the ground
ate food with a stick
hiked miles for water
climbed trees to watch the sun rise
and set
I walked on trails
not known to any map
I made fire from branches
I want to feel like that every day
Britt DiGiacomo 