I am the catalyst worlds whirl around me fixed habits burn to cinders new paths open and contract and open again and again lost children become stars dead roads metamorphosize I am the sand's irritant working into pearl an ankle bracelet scratching skin as reminder of connection, family ties breaking walls I am the directional pull towards center I am the savior of lost causes the grace given the wayward the open palm of plenitude the Tao of the indecisive I am the turner of pages the alchemist of city grit the waver of wands the rocker of personal planets I am the catalyst for everyone but myself
Wanda Phipps is the author of Wake-Up Calls: 66 Morning Poems (Soft Skull Press), Your Last Illusion or Break Up Sonnets (Situations), and the CD-Rom Zither Mood (Faux Press).
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