$2 Coin

It sojourned on my desk
In my wallet
And my bag

It lives in my pocket
Jingling like a bell
Following me around

Delicately small on my palm
A tiny golden circle
Scattered with symbols
Edges tranquil but rough
Body thin but round

Old man staring up
Starry sky above him
His world
Enveloped in gold

Disappearing from my grasp
Vanishing
Back into the black hole
Of my pocket