September 9
HARVEST TIMING
The harvest fits in the growing season and the oak fits
inside the acorn. My sober mind fits
right in my sober time. The soul of
everything rubs across the hind leg of a cricket to sing. The infinite machinery of the universe spins
but you stand there questioning the existence of a Higher Power. Well, that’s who you are, but I have only one
question for you. Who else could have
made all the best tomatoes come from Jersey ?
Catch rain on your
face.
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Barnum, Bailey & Me
When I wake to find a whip and a chair by the side of my
bed
I know I am in for a circus of a day
and the tears of this clown will not change a thing.
I ready myself for the tightrope walk
and watch out for stray elephants.
All the trained poodles in the world
can’t make this into a day in the park.
Painted ponies prance through their paces;
I try to stick to my own act,
meanwhile remembering that no matter how difficult
these routines may be it still beats a seat in the stands.
You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane
and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
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