Strategic Plan

Speed along, harvestman,

my arm a bridge 

between burdock and primrose;

your touch and delicate propulsion

across my skin awaken me!

I am going somewhere just to go.

I should use this health more wisely,

having glimpsed a light in some

who are living simply and with joy

below the poverty line,

making do. Let us call that

a strategic plan.


At my great grandfather's house

we would sit in darkness talking by firelight

to save a few pennies on oil.