December 14
DO WE SEE
The old man walked down the road to see the end; I followed
to glimpse the fruit of his pursuit.
Does the highway come to rest or like the river just feed a greater
sea? And time; will the clock stop him?
Can he win the treasure hunt as the seconds tick away on the metronome? Will the slowing of his steps and the
advancing of his age create a curve, which will prevent his
accomplishment? Does this tag-along I am
doing make me a part of his project? The
road is long and its end may never come, only ours. When we take the road the road takes us. More and less is what we are and so too the
road. I follow the contour of the
ground, which curves around the world, spinning in our sky so we can all see
the stars.
Reality builds
contentment, fantasy disappointment.
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Calm, Peaceful, On
Once I center my mind I can type in the dark.
All it takes is me present and willing to flow.
Limber up the learning curve,
press my fingers to the keys,
Let the story tell its tale.
Cease the interjections lest it all go stale.
There is nothing much to know,
It’s all inside, I just let it go.
Emptying this crowded vault,
I open up to prevent assault.
What to do when it hits the page;
marketing is all the rage,
but for this task I need a light.
To sell myself I must be bright.
You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane
and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
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