Showing posts with label addiction poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label addiction poem. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 11, 2020

A Piece of the Moon Again

Drunks lose the sky. At night
they're usually soused and inside.
If outside they don't look up.
They're focused on the ground just
ahead of them. It's moving. They
focus on the cup that runneth
over. Soon their view

shrinks more. It retreats all the way
into the brain, where the brain
looks at itself. When drunks get sober,

their view enlarges. Circles and squared
expand. Slowly. Until one day
the sobering drunk gets back to sky.
The drunk looks up. Eyes and head
don't hurt. Eyes look at stars or
colored clouds, or simply blue
(all blue!), or a piece of moon.


hans ostrom 2020