the mural found me

it was pressed against 

a cement wall

I'd walked through that alley

many many times

always going someplace

a bit too fast

thinking I'd like to create

something I could hold in my hands

offer to you

maybe fall in love, 

all over again

the red eye of the sea star 

called me to a halt

I touched it then placed my finger

to my wrist

then forehead

the wall was wet

not paint but morning air

thick enough to chew on

when I spit out blood 

I knew what I had to do

xo