The house cleaners spilled bleach on my carpet,
broke the lamp, and scratched the furniture.
I shared how good cleaners were hard to get.
“That’s a rich-person problem,” he demurred.
The letter implied I was a witch–
using crystals and incantations.
Paying a lawyer to save my niche,
as the Board invented accusations.
Extraordinary-person problems are even worse–
litigation over incantations vs. intentions.
To live this way is an envied curse,
for who could relate to such situations?
Journaling, after a long day with patients–
subtle and soft, as if I were imagining it–
a spiritual presence, a shift in vibrations,
then feeling connected and cherished.
A reminder of life beyond this space,
where a rich witch is still beloved and known.
That is why I believe in grace,
and a heaven where I am not alone.
Alice W. Lee