What I am not
I am not a landing strip
to rest your plane at
before you take off to your destination
I am the places you call home
I am your feet in the warm sand
I am the Sun kissing
the spine of your back.
I am not the exquisite exhibit
I am the whole museum
the statues
artifacts
glistening jewelry
and all the history
that comes along with them.
I am not the numbers
in my bank account
solely cents and dollars
stacking
up
in a computerized system
I am the wealth of my soul.
I am not an employee
simply stratified
into my job description
I am a creator
an artist
a fighter
and a lover.
I am not
something whose worth
can be determined
by looking at
simplistic digits on a scale
for I was crafted in a currency
that can’t be calculated.
–a precious stone that can’t be purchased.