Sobriety

I hear you say my poseidon heart is frightening.
Your ice-blue eyes see through me.
All my gems, fat-rolled, behind stooped shoulders.
The insight of early sobriety meeting comfortable sobriety.
A long way from recovery.
If it continues like this:
Meditating in silence, long talks on the phone, spotify playlists,
Bowls of quinoa in late winter sunshine …
We may kiss
And look how far ahead to market my wagon
Before the horse goes.