The Thought Glow

I thank that surreal bulb. Its staid presence

renders life's low tidings worth some bearance.

On happier days I try fly, snuffing some of its
fertile shimmer's aid, like that free playful kite
or a guitar inspired, into some known unknown orbit.
Happiest chance, if illumes this reel in plain sight !

On a sadder day, to me this same sagacious light

Has been kind. A shoulder to rest, weep on.

Consoled in its way, not human, not quite.

Yet is keenest brutal, its bare honest tone,

Like a competent doctor's who doesn't bit hide,

When it diagnoses open the follies I own.

There in the distance I can see it vaguely.

The Thought Bulb's glow for thinkers at sea.