Rich

Once
to be rich
was to have
a brand new box of crayons,
to smell the scent
of all those colors,
to take out a long, unbroken red,
still sharp and pointed--
unused, unspoiled, glorious--
and use it to recreate the world.

Today I am rich again:
I walk out into this winter’s dawn
to see the sun just rising
upon a new, unbroken day,
as it colors a rose
into the eastern sky.


--Timothy Haut, Feb. 17, 2016