August 26
NATURAL LAW
Gravity is always in effect, but invoke the laws of lift and
you can make a stone fly. I have no
gills but strap on a tank and rebreather; I can share space with sharks. Given enough willingness and step work I can
walk through the world sober though every cell of my body is alcoholic. The laws of nature are fluid. When I flow with them I can keep my
goals. Instant gratification is often my
stumbling block. Gaining access to my
far-flung desires is not impossible but it is also not immediate.
Make little plans
with salt and big plans with sugar.
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Make Use of Brown Soap
When I have death in my pocket
it makes it easy to cross the street without a glance.
A little arsenic in my in my veins
allows me to swallow the rest with no thought beyond want.
Twist the screws tight enough in my brain
and no other pressure seems problematic.
All of the trouble in the world can beat a path to my door
when I carry within me the seeds of destruction.
I have to check myself for stow-away devastation.
Ruin begins in tiny droplets but will wash me down the
drain
if not wiped immediately from my skin.
Vigilant acknowledgement of the power of small burdens
protects me from the mind blown ravages of the ensuing
cyclone.
Microbes cause mayhem,
so I must watch where I touch and wash before I eat.
You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane
and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
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