Abundance
Let this day be when it begins
and all possibility sings loud and long
a chorus we drape around our shoulders
a balm on our necks
not for medicinal purposes but for
the throwing off of regret
and the crushing weight of time
making all moments what we fear
rather than celebrate,
small jewels in our hands
that grow in abundance when we
open our palms, our fingers
wide and brave,
and set them free to
be beautiful,
existing for what they are and nothing else
we make them to be,
like you,
like me,
as love covers us and we submerge
completely
inside it and never leave,
our jeweled hearts beating that song
you hear now don’t you?