When I woke up today, I heard a voice
With a tone as pure as gold,
A currency I had not heard of before my wake.
My eyes opened to a ceiling that
Held a more ornate pattern than previous days, and
I tucked my pillow under my chin while
Her vocal cords tugged at wires in my mind.
She spoke so close to my ear that
I thought I felt her lips brush my earlobe.
Her words ran without punctuation, and
I released my breath into a moment that ran on a
Track beyond sixty seconds.
She whispered the words opportunity and prevails,
Yet she packed no specifics in tissue paper for me to
She explained I am able to prepare for moments
Before they occur, pack my bags full of
Wisdom, handwritten notes, and
Patience, without the need to know the
Specific weight of the gold that
I will one day cradle in my arms and
Push on a swing set.
She explained that patience needs to extend beyond the
Lines I dotted on my cross-country track.
I imagine her voice feels as soft as the petal of
The red tulip I photographed yesterday, and
Her gentle breath conveys security in its side pocket.
Today, she said, I may peak at my past
But close the zippers completely when the
Gentle breeze flows between my toes.
I feel the urge to smile at something that
I cannot yet see.
©2013 Christy Birmingham