June 23
TOO FAR, TOO FAST
Balloons filled with hydrogen race the atmosphere and fly away. The effect is stunning, so much lift for just pennies. The easy way has no line, no waiting; fast dirty service is available. Risk assessment is counter-balanced with dramatic outcome, low initial cost and instant gratification. How can I not want to rise above the crowd? How can I not want it now? Hydrogen is quick and plentiful, volatile yes, but why should this bother me? I have a Higher Power to protect me. It’s not as if I were playing with fire. I am only tempting it.
Tell the tale of your life from the perspective of your thumb
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For Want of Frith
I feel like I am standing on a trap door,
every flex in my footing triggers insecurity.
With my arms spread wide,
I think the wiser move might be
to hold them to my sides.
For if the little square did give way
my arms might be sheared off
with no time served for the tears I’ve cried
or the blood now shed sprinkled on the earth.
Step from this I tell myself
and do not make delay
for all the ground is not a trap
nor all the world a stage.
But is it not the trade in pain
that sticks me to this spot
and keeps me here for all my life
just waiting for the drop.
You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
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