by Joan Wiley
I am Dust.
Wedged into rivlets of life’s river rush,
Weighted by silence of bigger dreams.
I am Unseen.
Drowned beneath frivolous layers
Reflecting brilliant favor with the sun.
I am Bound.
Sealed within stone truths told by
A heart with veins full of silver linings.
I am Rich.
Shimmering on the palm of benevolence,
Treasure known under the eye of wisdom.
I am Gold.