Monday, July 2, 2018

I Wake Up

I wake up odd.

I wake up ugly.

When I try to sleep 
within the embrace of a broken world,
I wonder whether the joys of lemon meringue or acquiring real estate will ever outweigh the longing for a true, human love. 

I think:

"Will any one ever wake up at all?"

I shake. 

I wake up lonely.

I wake up hungry. 

Some days I wake up, 
already sold on a promise of what will be, based on what has been. 

So inclined,
 I roll over like the sun before me 
and whisper to the moon: 

"I'll tell you truthfully-
I never wake up anything, 
except for dreaming."