November 21
FLORAL TROPHIES
Captured pet plants grow in my window. Why these specimens are given such regal care
I suspect, but can’t explain. Delicate
shoots pile out of sturdy stalks; roots force the confines of my decorative
pots. How many neighborly blooming faces
stare into my kitchen, greeting me mornings?
I am amazed what good company my leafy friends can be when I am loving
myself. Advantageous to my mental
health, I breathe their exhaust and they breathe mine. Symbiotic, we live. I grow and flower; grateful these plants keep
me.
Allow also small
dreams that fit in your hand.
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Jet Lagging
Baby’s feet kick in the isle
and we are all cocooned in our seats.
The movies play and earphones dangle in our ears.
We are jetting across the country in our own little worlds.
Landing can not happen soon enough for me,
not that I want to foreshorten the flight.
I just know I have a stack of lives waiting for me
and I would like to get back to living them.
I have been a week away, a vacation for sure and true
but I have my keep to earn, my obligations are many.
I hope to have done myself proud when I am through,
but until then there is much to do.
Vlog: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OCezuhFpWTE&feature=youtu.be
You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane
and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
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