Friday, August 15, 2014


Your words drop into my days
like coins in a purse.
I am rich. I am full of
astonishing abundance.

Let the mice come with
their nibbling teeth.
I am tethered to the storehouse
of a thousand sunrises;

to the One who spoke
silver into seams,
coaxed gold into mountain streams,
who bled into rubies and
set the sapphires with stars.

-by Kat