I wrote this poem about a year ago, on a day when I was feeling stressed about money. Fast forward to today and I am once again anxious about financial stuff. And once again, this poem seems fitting. Isaac and I went to the doggie beach today and I waded in the cool lake, feeling the sand under my bare toes, while he played with other dogs and ran and swam.
This Is Not Poverty
There is a sky
a million shades of blue.
There is a hazel lake
and sand soft and warm
beneath my bare feet.
There is a dog
the color of wheat and straw and sand
running at the water's edge
who loves me.
I think I am the richest person
in the world.
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