Peter and I
This flight is not filled with the giggling cherubs of my westerly flight, but among the solemn children on this flight is Peter, the oldest of four, who is reading Tolkien and marking his place with a two page wish list. Christmas is coming and Peter seems confident. I wonder if we are what we read and ponder if I am what I write. Poetry, stories, novels, declarations, it all feels like arms and legs, things I cannot move right without. I live better when they are out and free. I am free too, when they live on their own and I am not their soul residence. I have to rededicate myself to the work entrusted to me for so many lives depend upon it.
Treat a book to a day out
RELAPSE IS NOT REQUIRED
Relapse is not required - said my sponsor
Though at some meetings they make it seem appealing
All that ‘prodigal drunk’ treatment.
Well so far I’m living in the blessing
Of being convinced the first time- I told her
Plus what could possibly be out there
That’s better than what’s in here?
That is the point
There is so much out there that is faster and bigger
More dramatic and extreme
But I sure have never see anything better.
She patted my head and I grinned
Since I am winning the first time
Why would I want to lose?
I add just to overstate her point.
This is the perfect place for those who want it
And all the rest get drunk
But drinking is not required
Any more than Santa has to come on Christmas.
You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault