Another night’s restless turning —
now daylight slides in slivers and shards
through the curtains, awaiting my next move.
The body’s weight re-arranges itself
upright at the edge of the bed.
One breath, then another, while
scattered images dissolve in the mist,
night’s phantoms scurrying to disappear.
When I open the curtains
the room fills with light!
What more could I want
than just this – alive
in the shine,
But awake or asleep,
are we still just dreaming?
The question forgotten
when I became myself.
When I forget myself I become myself.
What that is, now breathes me.
We all have our own question
which we’ll eventually ask.
Nobody expects the answer they receive,
nobody can anticipate its nearness.
Right now, beyond knowing or not,
none of that even matters –