certain

It is not an if
never was
only a few 
worn-flat
pieces of pocket change
are certain
but this was
gripped in the 
palm of my hand
til something in me
rubbed it smooth
and was certain
certain
it would not drip
through the drains
letting the roots
coil round my fingers
shining like jewelry
as if I were royal
who says I am not
grasping that
thing 
in my palm
as a gilded sceptor
petals folding back
blooming and warming
rosy determintation
to my cheeks
wading in the puddles
hoping 
hoping I don't 
settle for mediocre
like they did
letting the sidewalk
lead them
you only get where you want to go
if you know where you want to be
I can do anything
for I,
with a golden sceptor
of a dream
holy 
in the summer rain
where flowers bloom,
am royal