My shield, the fortress
has lifted with the night sky.
you have free range
to aim
and see my heart.
i hold two needles
one in each hand
steering the points towards one another
and they
have finally
touched.
connected a miracle.
this is sobriety.
a compass in hand, it has twelve steps.
an ore and a boat and a rudder.
God is the wind, the sail
the water.
this is
living sober.
sailing among the stardust
of all we will become.
there is a garden
by the front of the house
on the shoulder of the stairs.
it's been wild and wondering.
i've begun to tear it of her weeds.
God fills this garden
and herbs begin to grow
into a Goddess.
I am sprigs of basil
on the kitchen counter.
I am the illuminated,
fragrant earth.