The Bag

January 5





I saw a bag at the top of a tall tree.  Full of air, the wind pushing it; it rocked back and forth, held by the stub of a branch.  It is so beautiful, so lucky, so blessed.

My sponsor frowns.  “Beautiful, yes,” she says.  “Lucky and blessed?  Convince me.”

“The bag is lucky; it could be on my doorknob, holding garbage.  Blessed?  It’s free, not a care in the world, supported aloft by the strength of the tree.

“Inside your house, it’s warm.  Holding garbage is useful. Lucky to be out in the cold, no purpose, no one needing your help?  Blessed?  Caught on a tree, trapped, sharp twigs everywhere ready to shred you, beaten by the wind?”

“You’re playing devil’s advocate.”

“ I do it well.  What are you playing?  You want to be free.  What is free?  You want to know for sure you’re on the right path.  You think the bag knows?”

“If I were the bag, I might be mad.  I might condemn the forces filling me so full I can only feel the force itself.  I might be exhilarated, overtaken, free from responsibility.  I might feel isolated, unstable 40 feet in the air. I might feel punished, abandoned, dismissed. I could feel a thousand different things.”

“And on the days the wind doesn’t blow?”




Imitate all the animal calls you know




Time’s Temperament

Bubbling tides of white water,

time roils past me and my protests go unheard.

Physic feedback loops revisits raw moments

to me with inopportune exactitude.

The beautiful droplets of dawn rain down

then evaporate leaving another day’s timeline

to fan out before me.

The alternating fury and jubilation

of passing intervals leaves a challenge,

first a question of bend or break,

second a call to forecast.

Can I flex or will I live in pieces?

Shall I look at patterns

and strive for harmonious waltz

or turn my face from the calendar dreading each trice?

Bully or benefactor time rolls.

I can go with it or be under it that choice is mine.




You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault


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 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: Please feel free to contact her there if you have any questions.
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