Poet’s Corner – The Space Between Me and Yellow

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 

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