Julia asked for a poem that would make her feel focused, centered, diligent, and strong. She wanted me to use the word “watershed.” I was really drawn to imagery of hot lava… why? I do not know.

For: Julia

From the core outwards, magma flows
cascading into crimson watershed
brilliant molten lava, glowing lamp to light the way 
scorching out the road as planned
blueprint dreams hardened to ground work 
scaffolding that won’t rust
eagerly flowing,
and all this, from me

From: Maya