A Different Kind Of Speaking

Gifts rattle in her mind
until Christmas-time.
She wraps them up
to dress in art
while just a thought
in the shopping cart.
She runs the stairs
and locks the door,
she spins a joy from
another’s chore.
The paper pulled
to perfect size,
the tape unfurled
within her eyes.
And there she sits
as time permits,
a crease to fold
this morning day,
she sets apart
each gift as gold
and gives her heart away.