Five attempts to answer

I had an idea and I followed it
ideas have no sound no smell no caption
what I am chasing and how it took me here
no one knows

I pick a memory and attack it with an axe
until it looks like a stranded boat
I place a blanked in the carved out center
so another memory can rest

I kneel down on the ground and stroke my forehead to the moss
it helps me to describe its shade of green

I create a hero that is fat and shy
fingerprints appear in the dust on my screen
they form a heart
a greeting from my inner child

sometimes I am surprised of what I write
as though a person touched my hair and whispered
then erased herself from my memory
leaving nothing but burning words
it happens rarely
but it is the reason I write