"...all we have"

A life, the sun through my kitchen window. It prisms cascades. The floor gold the calendar an illuminated manuscript my meds lighted from within.

I remember lying in bed as a child, and listening. 

The branches heaved like the ocean. The house moaned creaked like a ship. My curtains billowing like sails. I slipped into deep dreams. Brigantines seas of green gems. Skies full of shooting stars. Moments. They are all we are. They are all we have.