December 30
Einstein’s Apple
Time is a player in every play, forever running forward even
as I try to claw my way into the past.
If I don’t provide a role, time writes itself in without regard for my
intended plotline. Like the weather, time
is by turns gentle and fierce. I must pay attention lest I run afoul of it and
lose my life and limb. Though time is an
arc I see swinging in my mind it is still the arrow shot and I am simply the
fool with the apple.
Take a vacation from your expectations
*
Talk to me before I sleep
Talk to me before I
sleep
Lay your hand upon
my cheek
Talk to me before I
sleep
All the years are
yours to keep
Talk to me before I
sleep
Fold me deep within
your speech
Talk to me before I
sleep
Hold me tight when I
start to reach
Talk to me before I
sleep
Never let me touch
the sheet
Talk to me before I
sleep
Warm me with your
wondrous heat
Talk to me before I
sleep
Precious are the
things you teach
Talk to me before I
sleep
Love and kindness is
how you greet
Talk to me before I
sleep
Into darkness let me
seep
Talk to me before I
sleep
In my dreams it’s
you I seek
Talk to me before I
sleep
I fear that I am in
too deep
Talk to me before I
sleep
Wake me to the
morning dew
Talk to me before I
sleep
Let me know it’s always
you
You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to
Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
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