I do not believe in a universe that makes complete sense. I often find myself trapped because the things I pull into no longer feel firm. I attempt K-turns in alleys far too narrow for the maneuver. I can’t back myself through the passages I plunged into willingly. My faith doesn’t compute in reverse and I find this disconcerting. I may walk into the face of fire but find it impossible to turn my back on the flames. Today, a one-way faith is fine as long as I am moving forward.
Allow talents to unfold like spring leaves.
The Little Black Dress
The holes in my pockets cause me to feel naked.
Though it is an inside pocket
and no one can see I still feel exposed,
My thinking changed and for that matter chained,
one link looped through the next.
I start with a hole in my pocket
so I know I can’t stay in this dress all day.
I know I will need the storage later as time wears on
but I can’t change now
and I don’t want to waste time putting on my tights.
My legs are cold. I fly from room to room.
I gather my keys, but forget my phone.
I am bare legged and unreachable,
overexposed due to a hole in my pocket.
You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault