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.