My life burned to the ground again
What could I take
Some memories and gifted things
What could I leave
Some memories and gifted things
What remained in the ashes
What fleeing hands could grasp
As the charred timbers fell
And the sparks flew
There’s no
There’s not
There’s nothing
What am I draped in lack
Who am I silhouette in black
Wealth is rippling out and in again
With tides of change and fortune
Pulled and pushed by mysterious lunar forces
Rich in spirit
Walking through the rubble
No regrets
Not regrets
Nothing but regrets
I learned long ago that what I viewed
As nothing
Was wealth to someone else
And here I sit in comfort
With the salvage of this blazing storm
More than enough it’s true
What am I dressed in sunlight
Who am I glowing from within
Combing this reckless shoreline now
For treasures gifted from the sea
I have two teapots
And that’s a lot
For me
