Priceless are these Hours this time I am Content to sit alone and See the sun, tap-out words On a Canon and See my manuscripts Diminish neatly numbered And finished - I have My future in my heart My hopes engraved in each Finger of each hand - pain Is my friend as my body Heals itself - the weals I bear Are witness to the priceless Things that brought me here: Experience of choice; breath And voice; the love been Given and held secure.next poem