National Poetry Month: Poem 11

Poem 11

Mandala Journey

By Michelle Garren Flye


I take a trip inside my head

Through swirls of colors

And intricate patterns.


My feet would be sandy

If this journey were real—

But what color sand?


Blue for the sky,

Red for the blossoms,

Yellow for the sun.


A mental journey for me

Along the paths and

To rest in the garden.