I have never met someone as ruthlessly and joyfully efficient as Barb Gilbert.
Her executive functioning makes the rest of us look like worms
Like pedants
Like bumps on a log
I struggle for accurate metaphor and the thought crosses my mind:
Barb would have the perfect comparison here.
Darling you're burning that candle from so many ends
You must be frazzled
And you're so bright
I'm dazzled
And so hot
I'm sweating
But where are you getting
All that wick?
And what if you run out?
Imagine space for all your thoughts your therapist says
Do you need a field? A forest? A lake?
They don't fit in your head
I need an the grand canyon, you tell them, an ocean
It doesn't stay put in the sky
All that commotion
All that noise in just one brain, those wheels must be tired
Your brain's only water
Your candle's just fire
People say there are plenty of fish in the sea
But you're my entire ocean.
I am immersed by you,
Dragged by your undertow.
You are the sand, gritty in my eyes,
The brine in the breeze and
You are the sunlight and the places
Even the sunlight cannot reach.
Darling, you're burning the candle from both ends and the sides too
And you're so bright
I'm dazzled
And so hot
I'm sweating
But where are you getting
All that wick?
And what if you run out?
