Delicate

My psychology is delicate
So I never resist entirely
I moderate intelligently

To my friend at home, sick
heavily medicated I ask:

Have you gotten outside
on this beautiful day?

you could sit on the grass
and look at the sky
with your high eyes

You could roll in the green
if you know what I mean
like a theta wave brain machine

you could fade into earth moss
covering your face then
shade away with the shades of gray
between the black and white of day

a tickle from the wind
who feels more like  a friend

have you gotten outside
on this beautiful day?

My psychology is delicate
So I never resist entirely
I moderate intelligently