For the coming age:
A stronger core.
I am not a stranger.
Another day, the same burrow.
I saw an angel today.
I saw myself.
I know that we can find God in ourselves, for one,
and in others, for our self.
I accept what I am.
But I don’t know what to believe.
I arranged the trinkets in my bags and on table tops.
I watched the sun come up and turn the place light blue, just a hint from behind the lamps. Enough for another day.