What I Heard Through the Snow

June 16



What I Heard Through the Snow


The commentator’s voice fades in and out as the reception is lost and found among the static of my drive home.  In here is a pattern, a connect the dots matrix; I try to feel my way too as I weave past the slow and stubborn traffic.  Like a call from the wilderness distorted through a storm, my frantic thoughts obscure, sometimes distort the content, the intent, the soul of a message I so desperately need.  Broadcast warnings, safety suggestions, help and hope are torn to slivers and rewoven in my careworn brain.  The distraction of the road allows the subliminal heart beat to tattoo in my ear then my chest, all the way to my toes, bodily acceptance overpowers my relentless mind and clarity is achieved, no matter the drifts.




Lay a hand on improbability







I am restored.

I have my sanity like a Spring coat

I am not sure I need it

But it’s nice to have nevertheless.

I prayed for this state of reason

Believing it would give me entree

To a world where I was a late arrival

To a party I am no longer sure

Will ever take place.

I stand in the entrance hall

And practice new dance steps.

I search the space for prospective partners

But rarely see anyone who is swaying

To the same beat.

I am grateful for my sanity

Even if I have to enjoy it alone.



About Sherrie Theriault

Sherrie Theriault, writer and outsider artist lives in northwest New Jersey where she writes villain-free fiction for children and young adults, creates coloring books for all ages, writes daily inspiration books for the recovery community and has other works of collected poetry; also adult fiction. Books available on Amazon.com include the following: Cala Mae The Deep Dark Day In The Congenial Chronicles The Holland’s Adventure Fill Me In Fill Me In, Too Filled In Sober on the Way to Sane More Sober on the Way to Sane Lines from My Life More Lines from My Life On-Liners to Live By My Sponsor Said… Elissa: Queen of Carthage Was Love Lost Order of Protection The Story Precedes the Question Can You See? What the Birdies Told Me about You What the Birdies Told Me about You Coloring book The Enchanting Dog Sherrie’s books are available at Blue Stockings, Manhattan, NY, The Clinton Book Shoppe, Clinton, New Jersey, Giovanni’s Room, Philadelphia, PA, Easy Does It in Long Beach, CA and The Latest Thing in Costa Mesa, Ca. You can find Sherrie’s art work at Hang-Ups Gallery in Allentown, PA or online at: SerendipitousGallery.com Please feel free to contact her there if you have any questions.
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One Response to What I Heard Through the Snow

  1. culturemonk says:

    i liked it, nice job 🙂

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