ALL BETTER NOW
Mother kissed the booboo and I wait for the admonition to take effect. Waiting, I count the problems like telephone poles on a long journey. What will it be like, the world all better? The anticipation nearly breaks me for a while until waiting turns to disbelief. A chill fills the space and ‘all better’ becomes the cry. My sponsor calls for moderation and lowering my expectation. The child’s ears ring with the promise to be fulfilled. She can not give herself over to a world where a Band-Aid is not a cure-all but only a cover for the slow work of internal healing, scars and all. Sheer survival is not sufficient for the screaming toddler; heartbreak from injustice calls for more than endurance. But, alas, a kiss is all we have.
Time pulls the tide and the tide pulls you; let it.
Examine the instillation of your buttons
as a process of discovery for disabling them.
Pay attention to the wiring but also to the hardware.
Sometimes the advertising is the thing
which keeps alive something better off put to rest.
Many things are rooted in other pots
and have a lifeline from outside of the current host.
All the connections and housing should be explored
as well as what work the mechanism does once pressed.
Is there a gong, tinkling bells?
Does it release the wolves from their den or tiger from his lair?
Information is a tool which never fails to help me
in disassembling the traps and their triggers
I must not shy from the gathering.
You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault