by j.d.

I practice a hundred frugalities

I eat my toast without jam

I shut off each light I’m not using

I try to live small as I can.

But, music keeps playing inside me

My mind sings a million new tunes

My-self is a universe unfolding

I’m a river that will not be damned

I run into mornings with laughter

Little Goddesses dance on my windowsills.

 

Perchance a bleak future awaits me

Living does take what it can

and

Death may be an added adventure

Yet, to living I answer

I am!!!!!