Homemade Medicine

Grandpa filled gelcaps with his own mixof dried herbs. Before clean food,before expensive organics, beforewellness became photogenic,he was a health nut. I asked himwhy did he grind leavesthe color of new hay,why make medicine.I don't remember answerbut know they were meant to remake himafter all the years alcoholism.I wonder if intended swallowa homemade pill for every drinkhe'd ever had. He lived as life asI can imagine. shaved sometimes twice day.He turned off our trashy soap operas because,he said, chased away spirit Lord.He talked God out loud,as friend. saidhe never stopped wanting drink.I long change heart.But from pills thatit's not what you want that matters,it's reach for.