Vision Board

She asked me if I ever did a Vision Board.
Memory ripped open
the junk drawer.
Papers came flying out…
origami doves and fast little cars.
Swatches and samples,
tall ships and market stalls.
They all fluttered to the floor like big fat snowflakes,
melting as they settled.
I reached the bottom of the pile.
The first Vision Board I ever saw.
It wasn’t mine.
It belonged to a couple
I called my folks,
but just for a while.
They joined Amway
in search of a
get rich quick,
a scheme,
their dream.
They played follow the leader
and got high on hope.
They created a vision board.
They nurtured it,
they fed it,
they put all their energy into it.
They pushed everything else aside
to make room for it.
It engulfed the refrigerator.
It became their Pride and Joy.
All of Their Hopes and Dreams.
They held onto things much tighter than they ever held on to me.
She asked me if I ever heard of a Vision Board.

