place a word on the table
there beside the key you thought you’d lost
there all along to open the box you were ready to discard
stay close
to the texture of its uplift and swirl each letter
ripe under your fingertips
this is so like what the sun is
to the lily
evidence enough
ignore the illusion knocking at your door keep focus
so that when ready you turn your face from the table
and the entire room ignites
without assertion your life is yours
it simply is.