treasure-house

Of late

I have noticed

I like myself better

I can sit

In the suffusing

Colors

Of my drawing room

And listen to my own silence

Without

Giving it

A twisted

Or warped

shroud

Of

Loneliness

I am beginning

To court

My calm

From within

All that churn

Of all those years

Finally seems to have

Yielded

A treasure-house

No more crying

About

How

I wasted

Pearls before pigs

I am harvesting them now

The oyster and I

We are partners

I look at my life

In the eye

Boldly

And say

You have been good to me

Even when I didn’t know it