in the sun. For so long I couldn’t see
my spot. It was a tiny dot, tarnished and
obtuse. It hung like a loose tooth,
ready to fall out. Sprung from its roots

that held it there. And when it finally
let go it had nowhere to go. It blended in
like dust on the table. Yet somewhere inside
me I knew it was able to stand out. All it needed

was a little polishing, faith and some coaching
to pluck it from its fur-ball nest, bring out
its shine/show its best. I made this spot
a star determined to go far. I could have

wiped it away when all it did was give
me grey hairs. But I was determined to let it
sit there while working on its entrance. And
no matter that it showed up late, I love my

spot. I think it’s great! And when its time
is done, I’ll wear it on a chain around my
neck with respect to everyone who helped
me clean it up, buff it and give it love.