Contemplating Sobriety

if i find my pants and the other sock

i’ll be on my way

to the trees along the river.

there are palm warblers there.

they move through like lemon drops

on your tongue, taking their time,

freshening the air behind them.

i need that clean air now

to rest my swollen eyeballs and confess

to myself how i got here

on my own and ignore the traffic

up on the road just like pigeons

under a bridge.

Don Farrell lives in Cambridge, MN with 3 sons, 2 dogs and other critters where land transitions from forest to prairie. He writes daily, obsessively. He holds a monthly open mic at The ARC Retreat Center in Stanchfield, MN and a bi-weekly zoom poetry critique group. He hopes to leave this planet without getting what he deserves :)