August 15
The Dark Fantastic
When the tornado touches down worry ends; the anticipation
is over and thought stops. Tragedy is
funny that way. In the aftermath I find
out what mattered and what didn’t; whether I have helped or injured myself
trying to plan for the worst. I fail to
realize there are cloud filled days when nothing happens and days when trouble
comes from out of the blue. What matters
ultimately is if I was happy yesterday all the way into today until the thunder
struck. Greed is not: living for today;
greed is my attempt at gathering the future while dragging the past.
Compel your brilliance to shine
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AUTUMN
The falling leaves slap my hand
As I ride the road at fifty mile per
My arm dangling.
Exposed they stand stark,
Stripped naked to the soul.
The growth of this years yearnings on the fringe.
I can follow this lead
Remove pretence not clothing
Stand before all who have an interest in seeing
me.
Unashamed of my wants and the things I reach for
I can cast off the uniform of evolution
And enjoy a long winter of truth.
You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to
Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
