'Poem for the week' -- "Eccles. 9:7":
In my favorite fantasy
I am given
permission I am prone
face toward the light
beach queen bathed in body
A thought that comes from a coming-from the sweet place
where a sunset isn’t indescribable
something simply looked at
The sun sets I sit
sinless in sand
I sip only once
-- Chase Berggrun
From the author:
“Ecclesiastes 9:7 reads, ‘Go, eat your bread in gladness, and drink your wine in joy; for your action was long ago approved by God.’ I think for some alcoholics, our wildest dream is to be able to live consequence-free, to be able to feed one’s own unimaginably loud desires without the inevitable pain, resentment, regret, and instability that feeding must result in. Or, to be rid of those desires. To not have to nosedive into the glass. The very idea of moderation is a foreign one to me: this poem imagines an impossible dream.”
