December 25
Home Fires Burning
I have trouble living with myself that is why I live with
you. It takes my mind off the things I
don’t wish to face. What I can busy
myself with in your service lightens the load of expectation heaped in my DNA
by my Higher Power and Fate. Worry is
time consuming and I wile away hours fretting over you and all your unresolved
trifles while turning my back entirely on my life. I couldn’t be happier to have you, though
from the corner of my eye I glimpse G-d packing your bags.
Wash like you matter to yourself
*
FOR THIS TIME
Your desire is an ephemeral gift I treasure
A snowflake on my fingertip, a raindrop on my
tongue
Your passion is a savory treat in season for
this moment
Pomegranate seeds and rich truffles tempt and
delight me
Your kind touch brands me flush, anticipation
spreads like flame
Wind whips the breath of my wish to the four
corners
Your acuity plucked me from the page and
slipped me in your pocket
I nestle quiet with the lint and the cookie
remnants
You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to
Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
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