Roadmaps sketched in pencil
Spray painted arrows on brick walls
Deja vu standing at crowded crosswalks
Familiar houses on streets with no names
Standing, spinning
Arms outstretched to keep from falling
Shapes blending with color palettes
Streak marked images etched deep in my mind
Stopping, stumbling
My balance kicked by gravity’s pull
Knee burns and scraped cheeks
Leaving scars in the middle of the street
Crumpled maps thrown in corners
Brick walls covered with fresh coats of paint
Turning corners instead of crowded street crossings
Voices from my past guiding me home
.
Originally posted August 7, 2015
toshtamurapoetry.wordpress.com 