17 December 2016

Flying Rivers of Hope

(Flying rivers, that's what some scientists call the massive clouds of moisture over the Amazon rain forest. They contain more water than the Amazon river below in all actuality, simply dispersed in the vapor trails we call clouds.)

I live in the flying rivers of recovery, 
not as noticeable as the flying monkeys or 
the reptiles of the mind with snouts protruding 
from the river of addiction below.
This cloud is hard to hold in your hand 
or carry in your pocket, 
but carry it with you. 
Carry it with you.

Flying rivers, 
let me live, 
let me give and give back. 
Flying rivers carry me, 
carry me forward. 
Flying rivers of hope, 
fly me home.

"Flying Rivers of Hope," by Jim Anders, is not part of his book All Drinking Aside: The Destruction, Deconstruction, and Reconstruction of an Alcoholic Animal (an Autobiographical Fiction - linked here): http://amzn.to/1bX6JyO
(Order Now, Arrives Before Christmas)
Visit his Niume Recovery page here: https://niume.com/pages/profile/?userID=26056
& find his Recovery Tweets here: http://twitter.com/JimAnders4

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