A refilled flask of
creativity; open
it, it needs to breathe.

Cane in the corner
says: You will depend on me.
I reply: For now.

There are no more bad days.
There are moments
          of ingratitude
          of rage
          of self-pity
          of hatred.
Those do not last.
There are
          friends
          family
          caregivers
          kind strangers.
These are evergreens.
Bad moments need not
become bad days.
The song of life
plays on between them.

the world aches to de-
light me – it shakes its
wild hair and struts; it
also lies and philanders
and sometimes it cuts.

I like when you
invent fire, when
you discover the sun,
when you say hush woman
hush, believe this – we are one.