Saurian or Dalliance
I love to be mystical, but the only dragon in my life is when I drag on and on. Procrastination is the winged beast in my world. I armor plate the thing, shiny and gleaming, my loitering delay is mightily impressive and you might think it would take flight from the way it postures but departure has been adjourned in favor of misgiving and postponement. I wander through the forest attempting to appear brave and feeling it occasionally while my tale grows longer. I need the fierce face and sharp claws; I can beat the mythology if I will just continue to take action.
Never confuse signposts for guideposts.
Stretched in the water
The frog hangs.
The pond is barely a tea cup
Sufficient for communion
Of God and frog.
I watch the frog
In a pond in Maine, I bore the posture
A quarter mile of water all around.
I hold my head above the surface
And feel I am in the eye of Gods creation
Face to face with benevolence.
Peace spars with uneasy smallness
I am a tiny speck, floating in the soup.
I am one organism in a sea teaming with life.
I am a part of
But equal to the rest.
Can I bare this reality
The struggle of living
On a web?
Can I live a humble life
I am favored no more then the rest?
Can I set aside my need
For preferential treatment
A God given Band-Aid for my multitude of hurt?
“If you can’t, you will drink.” Says my sponsor
“If I have to live this way I will cry.” I respond.
“That is your God given right.”
You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault