(after a letter from Carl Jung to Bill Wilson, founder of Alcoholics Anonymous)
When the spirit is wholly
A ghost, departed, it is
Hard to raise it up again,
Dispirited as we may be.
Solace is often sought
In a glass of spirits distilled
From grains of amber truth,
Enduring fruits of the earth,
That reveal self to self.
Such knowledge will not
Quench for thirst is bottled,
Sitting there there on a shelf.
Better the bitters be spent
Without complement.
Bruce Morton divides his time between Montana and Arizona. He is the author of two poetry collections: Planet Mort (2024) and Simple Arithmetic & Other Artifices (2014). His poems have appeared in numerous online and print venues. He was formerly dean at the Montana State University library.
New chapbook, Olive-drab Khaki Blues, just out from Foothills Publishing. Available at.
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