Poem: 60 Months

A poem about sobriety, and reflection

I’m at the point where I can wonder
what alcohol masked, did it make me
more extroverted, was it some sort
of self-medicating? The answer to both

must be yes. If you enjoy a drink now
and then, or even all the time — that’s
fine. You do you — as dullards tend
to say. I’ve dulled my senses, across

something like 30 years, am pleased
to be getting some back. A little added
sharpness, and awareness, the little
pieces I clearly never cared enough for.