It’s come to this:
you want it more than money.
It isn’t the bed sheets
or the scenery out the kitchen window
that need to be replaced
it’s the tired way the mornings begin
before the need for coffee
is great enough to pull you to that view
that spreads out like art
on a giant canvas.
That gap between the mountains
feels like a vacancy
only you can fill,
but there it is—
the clock on the wall
that time doesn’t belong to you
that you belong to someone
Your good health
gives you no excuse to call in sick
instead of hiking into the mountains
where the gray stones are as dull and valuable
as those nickels that accumulate
in your deepest pockets.