It is exhausting to be element

At eighty the doctor was mercury.
Now I have reached erbium state

I and doctor were in our elements
As we moved through numbers.

At erbium I look forward to gold.
Doctor was Bismuth when dead

Wishing to be no more element.
It is so exhausting to be element.

(remembering Dr.Oliver Sacks on Gratitude)


A die hard optimist

On other side of the wall
He beams in hospital bed.

He is a die- hard optimist
But let not word get out.

He must cease and desist
From infecting the world

We sound  his hollow out.
He is just an optometrist

One who fits rose-tinted
Fashion glasses on nose.