ALWAYS WAKING UP
(10/10/18)
(Bernice D., 61, Blessings CT)
At 59,
on a sleepy, sultry day
she saw, for the first time,
that each moment was made new,
and that she, too, was always new --
a fresh, stirred up assembly of cells
every single second.
She saw that, in a sense,
she was always waking up,
and she realized
that she couldn’t help it,
that rousing and rising
was just what the universe always does,
constantly and endlessly
spurring itself on.
She realized that even
the airless languor of the day
was continually awakening
into new and unspoiled airless languor,
and that even her fears and sorrows
were unceasingly bestirring themselves
into unprecedented designs
so she could better see and understand them
in every respect
in this always newly-alert world.
