I who hate heights
climb
your
garage
ladder
while
you steady it and
hand me lightbulbs
to change
in the cobwebbed rafters
Sudden illumination
you guide my backwards steps
down with hand, with voice
call me
a brave little toaster
which does its work
of distracting me enough
to laugh
and there I am
back on the ground
with you
Puff Of Smoke Poems 