I notice my tendency to keep diamonds
in my pocket
Like quarters with jean lint
On its edges.

I see how I pull my face forward and
My shoulders down
As if the people around me couldn’t
Feel my shine.

I’m on to myself
And I see how others
Are starting to watch me
Even when I’m not looking.

I know it’s better for all of us if
I take the diamond out and let it be Seen
For all its glory.

I’m letting go of old stories
Of how diamonds are dangerous to have
And get stolen
Robbed
Displaced.

I know
I’m not a diamond anymore.
I’m the Moon and the Sun. And the paths I travel
Are watched by all, and benefit everyone.