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
Death may be an added adventure
Yet, to living I answer