Candle series 3

 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.

Candle song series 2

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

Fish in the sea

 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.

Chanukah Poem

 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?