The hidden treasures

You can keep the hidden treasures.

Look below and say: these are my feet;

this is the Earth and below

the substance of year after year.

We spent days naming clouds. There were shapes of animals.

Look up. You can hear yourself blinking.

There is nothing here except this.

It is true it all comes back to this hand,

these growing nails, hair where there was

none.

No, I told you, there is no meter

to maintain these words in order.

There is only sky and rock.

The true treasure of El Dorado was what was not robbed.

Keep the change. I am standing firmly here.