Taking the Field
Humor is an illustration; a joke, an explanation. I learn far more from the smiles than the jeers. Laughter carries me; an action, which tears can’t always accomplish. It is hard to live with constant descent, but wit is a quick impassioned friend. Thoughtless conformity is an evil companion I prefer the company of those who play. Life is too hard from the sidelines; I would rather take the field.
Find a pit crew before you crash
I am close to my Higher Power
But I have no words to describe It.
I have found it best to say nothing unless asked.
When I do speak it is always the path I took
Or the way I held my face.
I know the things, which changed
And the wind, which blew.
This is not the sketch most people seek.
My skin is brown and my smile broad.
This is not from over exposure to beams of light.
Closeness warms me, I glow from standing near.
I know the face and form is different for everyday
I must not stop for definitions.
You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault