I tie simple bowlInes
To pass the time or when I’m nervous
Then up and through
Around and down
Pull tight  
I learned how
Sitting alone on a dock
In western Kentucky sipping 101
I mastered the knot 
In Tortola sipping red stripe tall cans 
Now I’m trying to tie one 
The shaking of my hands
may as well be an s.o.s.
Or a testament to how sobering 
This life has become