alchemy

I pray my secret magic 

puts food on my plate first

and a farm next

soon, I have fruit and grains

and I'm crowned the queen of fire

so that I may cook

for all my creepy crawly insect children

my husband is a farmer

he's friends with the harvest moon

I pray my secret pen

brings good strangers to our inn

asking for food and shelter

I'll send them back with my books

the ones I've written by the fireside

all these years

I finally found the mirror of truth

one look and it tells you your name

you're swirls, circles

squiggly lines

you're drifting leaves on a 

crowded street

you are the swooshing of wind

not christie 

or martha

or arthur

what madness is this

quick

make me rich

in all the ways I can't fathom

with your strange strange

alchemy