for making me a spiritual being having a human experience
for all i saw today
a man pushing a shopping cart from the front
a big full bright moon
flesh being carved
pen writing across paper while she cried
sponsees taking the crap out of the house
the contact around his pupils
the brown inside a white dying rose
a woman wearing little brown elf shoes
the curious curve of his lips
the inside of someone else's living space
and something else i can't remember but thought was beautiful
for all i touched today
keyboard keys
a paper cup warm with coffee
broken red plastic pieces
the messiness of my hair
a wet sponge
the small of his back
for all i heard today
construction in the building
a song
my own laugh
the echo inside of a piano
screeching brakes
the jingle of a dog's collar
deep breaths in and out
alcoholics in a room speaking the language of the heart
clapping
and a sniffle
coupled with a million thoughts floating by like little red balloons
a million chances to not attach and be here now instead
for all that happens when i pay attention to what's happening
for all that i felt
like maybe there really is a god
and all i have is enough
the physical sensation of butterflies with wings on fire flapping in my chest
to surrender to the sadness
the fine line of taking it just a touch too far
for the word indulgence
that god keeps me right sized
that there are things i don't want to look at but if god says it's time, it's time
making it to meetings no matter what
raising my hand
getting honest
reaching out to someone in more pain than me
reaching out to someone who has what i want
being useful where ever god puts me
that every being is a living message
"free basing on heartache"
"that's the first true thing i've heard you say so far tonight"
"it's not going to kill you"
"relapsing is hell"
thank god for god
thank god you picked up the phone
thank god i am not my thoughts
thank god i am an alcoholic with a second chance
