The Guru Rinpoche Rehab Clinic in the Sky

Sober, now and then
the color of copper makes
a halo behind things.

Molecules of alcohol bond happily
with any old synapse, but not me.

In group, I do nothing but argue.

But salute! A toast to this nature
that outwardly would cling to sobriety.

Inwardly, it was never
drunk on anything, nor has it
ever sobered up.