April 11
BIRDS & BEES
Birds and bees can get me drunk. I have to watch the amount of envy which
pours through me as I watch their wondrous bliss. When others make a bee-line to the hive, I
must head to a meeting and save myself despair if my spiritual condition is not
sound. When other couples are weaving
their nests, I have to be careful not to weave my way back to the bar. The mating dance is so sweet and seductive; I
have to make sure I don’t end up doing the two step. For as much as I hate to admit it, if steps
one and twelve where enough to keep me sober, the rest would not have needed to
be written.
Pad barefoot
through intention.
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Neither Frog nor Fish
I was falling
and my Higher Power caught me
in a net called AA,
all of which was a pretty neat trick,
But the strangest consequence of this
is now I somehow think it shouldn’t be possible
for me to drown.
Defying gravity 24 hours at a time
doesn’t make me aquatic
or even amphibious for that matter.
I still have all the corollary restrictions
of anyone who is me.
I still need sleep and water,
food and warmth just like a mere mortal.
How silly I am.
I dodge a bullet
and suddenly I think I am waterproof.
You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane
and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
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