Temptation is a weather gauge,
showing prevailing winds,
predicting the future by the present,
static, innocuous, but meaningful.
The bowl of candy leaving Rotary
most Fridays sits there. I see it,
rejoice that it doesn’t call my name.
Until it does. When I want to dig the spoon
into those mint-flavored, candy-coated
chocolate morsels. When I even think
about what’s in them, it’s like that
BLEAT, BLEAT, BLEAT … this recovery
has been interrupted, and storms are coming
unless you get back into right mind,
surrender, ask for God’s will, not mine,
and put those candy-thoughts in their place.