I wonder how
stars find their exact spots in the dark
Like they know every inch of that sky.
Like the big galaxy gave them a piece each
To own, where they live and die.
The lines on the bark of that tree,
the ones that tell you how old it is
Look like new-born wrinkles around my eyes
And the stretch marks that I gave birth to…
The lines too claim my body piece by piece.
Mapping it, reminding me where I have been…
where I laughed and where I cried
where I lived and where I died.
But there’s another body within me
One that wanders from dream to dream
From flights of fantasy to potholes of reality…
How do I remember that smell, that year
And the time when I had goosebumps of fear
Tell me, that exact spot, how do I find?
Are memories enough for
mapping my mind?