You can 
truly be
only who
you are 
the acceptance 
of which 
will bring 
more happiness 
than all
the wishes 
in all 
the hearts 
in all 
the world 

Like little blocks 
I knew as
a child I
have been busy 
building unlike some 
games people play 
that remove pieces 
tempting the fate
of the tower
I have been 
patiently adding more 
like a beaver 
for its safety 
adding things new 
for my dam
to ward off
misery and despair 
and to swim
in the pond
of my making 

I imagine 
that rain 
on windows 
are the
taps of
fingers upon
my shoulder 
of suitors
vying for 
my attention 
and I
a debutant 
new to 
all this 
oh who
to talk 
to first 

Another millstone 
turns milestone 
another moniker 
becomes marker
and I 
am marked
as prolific 
six thousand 
years ago 
my soul
was destined
and now 
six thousand 
poems later 
I poet
do be 

Sleep called
asking to
come over 
to bed 
we went 
chit chatting 
before slowly 
drifting off
like those 
first few
snowflakes that 
gather up 
in corners