FEBRUARY 7, 2026
What is the center stone?
Is it the man having a tantrum I bounced from the building?
Maybe it’s the baby wearing tiny winter boots.
Perhaps, the little girl who loves hot chocolate,
Or the gleeful perimenopausals cracking each other up.
It might be the perfect breakfast sandwich I brought home.
It could even be the lover who waits to turn me into the full moon.
Hello there, you handful of bright and dark sparkles.
Give me some time.
I’ll place you just right.
Thank you so much for reading my work. See you next week.
