Lunch. Upper East Side on a recession weekday. Look out any window…Any morning, any evening, any day
Maybe the sun is shining
birds are winging or
rain is falling from a heavy sky –
What do you want me to do,
to do for you to see you through?
this is all a dream we dreamed
one afternoon long ago
Too much stress. Times are tough, money’s tight, worklife insecure. Seems everyone’s reading the business section, following the financial news. Obama’s SEC proposal: good or bad idea? Will Feinberg approve A.I.G. bonuses? Will UBS disclose client names? Should you be eligible for an “I’m a Madoff victim” discount? Lost jobs in lost industries, death of dreams, reluctant trading down. Frugality joins green as the new cool (read: necessary) thing. Give up the vacation? Sell the apartment? Pull the kids out of private school? Take any work you can find, if only you could?
But it’s summer: You’ve got to lighten up, get out, get some perspective. Be with other people. Maybe a little entertainment, or escape. Certainly a little beauty: Look better, feel better. From the inside out. Appearances matter. Put your best foot forward, put on your face, face the world. Remember what’s important…
Walk into splintered sunlight
Inch your way through dead dreams
to another land
Maybe you’re tired and broken
Your tongue is twisted
with words half spoken
and thoughts unclear
What do you want me to do
to do for you to see you through
A a box of rain will ease the pain
and love will see you through*
Or there’s always plastic surgery.
Or being there with one another, for one another. That would be good.
*Box of Rain Grateful Dead. Lyrics by Robert Hunter. Music by Phil Lesh.
Copyright © 2009 Marlin S. Potash. All rights reserved.