Worth

The sky, the stars, the sparkling jewel-strewn sea
These are a few things valuable to me.
The laugh, the cry, the pangful song
Keep me engaged, string me along.
Colors, sounds, smells, the world upon my skin
moving through time with a skip, an ooze or a spin.
I love it all, this place this space, presenting to my face.
I take my hippo soul, my clunking drain and look for the grace.

 

Agy Wilson 2013