October 17
Bowman Beach
The swirl with the flash of teeth that I backed away from
turned out to be dolphin, but that didn’t make me safer, strangers are
strangers no matter who their PR team is.
When I am out of my element fear grows long leads and I am bound by
these limits. Who I am under new
circumstances is a discovery I make as time flies by. Can I swim and play with exuberance or will I
drown trying to catch up? I am able and
disabled, the line is tied from the back and I don’t know its length. I unreel as much slack as I can and test my
reach, but still I must keep my wary eye and be careful of the deep.
Think of something nice to say about a pigeon
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MISS DIRECTED
I called and rambled at my sponsor.
After a significant time had past she stopped me
And asked--with a tone in her voice--
Why are you calling me?
Startled I replied, for your advice?
Are you sure that’s why you called?
Because I can give you my advice
But I have given advice to you before
And received only a severe case of the
Yeah Buts’-----in return.
I was about to say, yeah but, you don’t understand,
When she cleared her throat to quiet me
And continued what she was saying.
Seems to me you want more than a sober ear
You want Magic.
You want me to take your crazy dramatic thinking
Put it in a hat and pull it out formed as all your dreams
And then you want credit for making it happen.
But Kitten, I have news for you I’m not Mr. Roark
And this is notFantasy
Island
This is sobriety and you can’t just have your way.
This is when I realized I was a dry drunk.
I don’t know what the first signs are
But I do know when your sponsor asks-
And you’re calling me why? The jig is up.
I called and rambled at my sponsor.
After a significant time had past she stopped me
And asked--with a tone in her voice--
Why are you calling me?
Startled I replied, for your advice?
Are you sure that’s why you called?
Because I can give you my advice
But I have given advice to you before
And received only a severe case of the
Yeah Buts’-----in return.
I was about to say, yeah but, you don’t understand,
When she cleared her throat to quiet me
And continued what she was saying.
Seems to me you want more than a sober ear
You want Magic.
You want me to take your crazy dramatic thinking
Put it in a hat and pull it out formed as all your dreams
And then you want credit for making it happen.
But Kitten, I have news for you I’m not Mr. Roark
And this is not
This is sobriety and you can’t just have your way.
This is when I realized I was a dry drunk.
I don’t know what the first signs are
But I do know when your sponsor asks-
And you’re calling me why? The jig is up.
You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to
Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
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