Where In The World Are You?

I draw maps in the mud cracks, and stack pennies

In hopes of having enough to follow those dreams,

That I so often dream.

I’m like a sparrow – harnessed and flapping, waiting to take off.

I have an itch in my bones to get up and go,

That I just can’t seem to relieve.

For now, the sky is the biggest thing I’ll ever see,

So, I’ll document every shade it brings.