I used to only see the poverty.

The broken pieces.

The suffering.

As if somehow it defined things

Trapped things.

Deprived things.

Then I began to see better

The poverty was in my perspective.

You see, there’s no poverty of friendship here.

No poverty of love.

No poverty of creativity.

Oh sure, we live surrounded by poverty.

But there’s no poverty of being together here.

Dare we see poverty

while also seeing where there’s no poverty?