Now
Somewhere between dreaming big
and living in small, ordinary moments,
I am lost without a compass.
There are fleeting thoughts of
huts suspended over water in Bora Bora
and jeweled palaces in Jaipur
and a horizon of tulips in Amsterdam.
There are visions of grand stages
and published poems
and changing lives in
profound and important ways. And yet, there is now
which holds none of those things,
and perhaps real life will never
fill out those imaginary lines
with
