Prayer of Abundance

I have more than enough
pieces of myself to live

off of: crystal lights pointing
their fingers into my open eyes

through the whisper ripples
in my snowdrift crabapple tree,

planets far enough outside
the corners of my eyes

that I don’t have to worry
about their intentions,

fresh moments of internal
combustion like a new star,

ideas always slinking back
into my shadows. I have taken

the smallest amount of space
and whooped it into a joyful nebula

of comfort and beauty. I am
surviving and alone and I am not

lacking in anything to make
my life as fertile as it is,

and may it always be so.