It’s easy, thrilling,
to ride the wave
of pink-cloud abstinence,
that early recovery
in mind, body, spirit…
It’s easy to glide,
quickly reaching an early high
then moving smoothy
riding on momentum
enthusiasm ruling the day.
But comes the day the sea is calm,
the surf languidly laps shore
and those who’ve listened,
pull out the oars and row,
counting on power greater than they
to move forward along the path
day after day after day,
surfing and drifting set aside
while a simple program just works.