Ummm, this poem made me think of so many things related to coins that happen to people: tossing a coin in the wishing well, haha, how naive, and yet everyone has done it! Flipping a coin to decide something, or your strange putting coins in corks, that surely doesn't exist in Russia, although we have a nice habit to put a copper coin to a place that hurt )))) Sometimes your child falls and he's hurting, and you have nothing to help hm with but a coin in your pocket, and you say that it'll make him feel better, and it does...

The first two lines of the piece read to me as a fetus. You know, we're all "fetus" in some way, learning and growing all our lives, discovering, changing. I loved this image, it made me stop and think!