Bridget Hart

NaPoWriMo: Day 2

Sometimes I think about your brain
moving. I think it must house so many
refugee thoughts that do not really
belong to you, but obligation and
obsession keep them.

I wonder how many communities
are stored within the alcoves of
blood vessels, of soft pink tissue,
starting campfires that bring you
to your desk at 3 o’clock to draw
another landscape of freedom.

I ask if you’ll ever show your work?

I only want
to re-home and settle
regions of my mind, put
them up behind canvas 
          will you hang one in your home?