Savvy helps, it is true
Earning money helps, I will not eschew
But on our death bed, what will assist?
Love and fondness is I think on the top
Of the Very Helpful short list

So while we stare enamored into our glowing screen
Or sigh as we eat our favorite ice cream
Or work so hard to develop our skill set
Don't forget to pet our pet

Don't forget to be funny for
Your little bunny
Don't forget to let that child teach you her game
Don't forget to give the little man a pat on the back

Don't forget to ask which is your favorite color,
Silver or green or red?
Because one day, he might be the one
To gently, lovingly help you up from your bed

Some day, you might need her loving, kind hand
To help you to Another Land

Give me dark to balance my bright light!
I'll take my humor dark, my mocha dark,
My midnight starlight hike refreshing
Like a stroll in a fragrant park
For what is the flower without the root?
Festooned in the pitch black rich soil?
And what is the play
In the bright light of day
Without the ache of practice and toil?

Sometimes you need to go east
To get yourself west
Sometimes you need 2 dance 2 your own drummer
Before you join the rest
Sometimes you need to unload
Some fancy bling bling
Before you can take wing
Sometimes you need to give away
Some of your brimming cup
"How can you get down…
      If you don't get up?"    [funk lyrics]

Lovely skies
Dark with clouds and rain
Leaden skies
Lead, Pb, Plumbum
Flat diffuse light, photographer's dream
Latin 4 lead = plumbum
We plumb our psychic oceans' depths, as the sailors did
With lead on their sinker lines
We plumb our depths if we choose
When we are earnestly explorative
Reflecting, meditating, in our psychic plumbing
Pb: the ugly duckling brother of glowing gold
Au of the aura Aurum
Both are soft, malleable, unassailable, & so helpful
Gold like Thor the glowing hero, lead like Vulcan the sooty artificer
We have made one the hero, and misused,
Demonized, besmirched the metal lead
Is it lead's fault we have put it in our paint, our gas?
That we made it accumulate in our fish, like fools?
Without lead, your car would not start
Imagine going on your trips on a mule
Or trundling down the road in an ox cart
Do not denounce lovely lead
Gravid, protector, quiet engine starter
Gently available to you to plumb your depths
Before your chapter's demise
Leaden skies
Lovely skies
Gravid with rain
Keep me grounded, serene and sane

Polly had a delicate situation
Was zinged by a witch last spring
Which engendered a condition which did cling:
On Tuesdays she was a girl
Who liked scented candles and flowers
And stickers of dragons with magical powers
On Mondays and Wednesdays she was a boy
Who loved dirt bike racing & spicy bok-choy
Thursdays she was a socialist vegan
Fridays a long armed gibbon
And on Saturdays she became, to the chagrin & horror
Of her pets and paramour
A Tea Parti colored Republican!

Last night
On the roof
I felt the winds
Roaring with the trees
Who danced and swayed
With their cousins
I felt the roof joists vibrate
Up into my knees
My sternum
My soul
My sacrum
Winds
Like whales at play during a storm
Danced and played with their cousins
I felt humbled and so alive
My anemometer registered gusts of 43.5
A party favor to take home
Along with indelible memories
Of undulating trees
Feeling their majesty
Exalting my soul
And rejuvenating my spine
Helping me to feel whole
Helping me to feel whole.