July 21
Rules
There are rules about breaking rules. You can do it this way, but must not that
way. Cross this line and you get
dragons; cross that line you get a good natured slap on the wrist. Beneath the reflective surface of law I have
found many shoals and sandbars; rocks and outcroppings, layer upon layer of
blue depth I can only partly chart. I
also find inquiries in this matter meet with the same reaction as asking about:
yeti, crop circles, or what was kept in Uncle Author’s spare room. Those willing to talk about it I often fear
to hear from and the reluctant to speak I fear to pursue. You see this investigation is just another
thing from under that sea.
Look before you listen
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MY BABIES
Too often I have abandoned the infants
Of my creativity to doorways and charities
Having little patience I did not raise them
To their intended station.
Joyful parentage need not stop
At the cutting of the cord.
Down playing the importance of each birth
I leave beauty and art to be foundlings
And the province of others.
I can share the guardianship of these precious
gifts
And be more than a broodmare for cunning and
craft.
I have neglected things
For the promise of each new conception.
Overpopulation weakens the body of work
And leaves my portfolio listless and immature.
You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to
Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
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