My mind is a map

My mind is a map


My mind is a map 
Filled with crossroads of curiosity 
Dirt tracks with dead ends 
Highways linking one idea to the next 
Missing the beautiful details hiding in between 
Where a walk would satisfy, inspire 
I am the driver, the passenger, the pedestrian 
The child laying in the grass 
Looking upward at the dancing clouds 
Feeling at peace with the world 
Consumed by possibilities 


I wrote this poem about two years ago. Two years and two days ago, to be exact. It is part of the reason why I want to do more free writing (to randomly chosen topics). I wrote it on January 2nd, 2009 after I had been writing for about 20 minutes non stop. The topic I started writing about was chosen from Stephanie Dowrick's book - Creative Journal Writing. The prompt I chose to write about that day was from page 85 'When you see yourself as a little child, do you see a curious child - and if so, curious about what?' After writing for 20 minutes and just as I was about to put the pen down and book away, this poem resulted. Wow! What a great bonus. Of course that won't happen every time I write. 

(Reminder to myself - product is great but process is even better) 

Originally I called the poem 'Crossroads of Curiosity' but just renamed it 'My mind is a map' - as I wrote this post actually. The wooden tile pictured currently hangs on my wall so I see it as I walk inside. Artwork was done around April 2009.