Where pirates dance

They’ll tell you that the
sun never rises on the
West side of a tree,
but me,
I wait each day to see
if that is true.

There is nothing to remind me
of lined faces or of poverty
when I bask in my own glory
and I do that very well.

If I see rainbows
it’s because
the one who knows me
knows I need to.

Within this cosmic consciousness
I am but a tiny part,
one of many hearts that beat
in time
and a part of every heart.

© 2017, John Smallshaw.