panning

i sift through the dust
and dirt of my soul
looking for the smallest nuggets
of something precious

the pieces of a shattered heart
the fragments of a fractured psyche
the rubble of the aftermath
of falling apart
the shards and splinters
the chips and bits
the wreckage
the debris

the trick
is knowing where
and when
to dig
to sift
and resift

the trick
is to have patience
and no expectations

whatever i find
whatever i have
i will not be able to sell
my tiny treasures are of no worth
      or value
to anyone

but
(if you should want them)
they are yours
for the taking