Precious

I always manage to prance  
with “diamonds on the soles” of my feet  
they make this fragile life  
a far more fascinating dance.
Once, a long long time ago  
someone slipped one in my drink I think—
the diamond I swallowed…
it stayed lodged in my throat to glisten or prick
as I twirl and spin on my jewels.
It serves to remind me of an imaginary different life,
solid as that diamond,
fragile as the crystal glassware shattered on this floor  
where I twirl & spin & prance so delicately,
so boldly
“To life, to Life”