Reminds me
to not let the bastards get me down—to dream
while awake, and allow myself to be swept away,
whenever joy happens to come my way—
conscious of folks I have been kind to today.
I’ll reserve compassion for the paraplegic artist
who can only paint with a brush in his mouth.
Like a traveler from another star, I will remember
to see and hear everything as if it was new.
I must practice laughing at the absurdity of it all.