Morning I fold the creases in my body
Tightly, the weight of one or many nights
Lifts what is broken, lightly
Off the foam to which I no longer
Wish to belong.
Traveling, oddly looping through
What, to whom, bringing taste on my lips.
It is memory, yet, time free. Then was now, is
Now. There is no other I can know.
I let go, every day.
I forget I remember I select,
Anchors, solid? Not, but mirrors
I recognise, awake from many dreams,
In the light, in the night,
Who I am, undefined.
No doubts, no need.
My collection of here and there
Proofs, no reassurance. But trust
The unmentionable which was and
I deliberately decide not to rely on.
Please, tell me nothing. I know
I wish I’d dream. Scan through the truth
of a waking wonder, a few days old
Still cold, only inside.
Skin, wet from the heath
Eyes closed, feet close.
Traveling it seems, between familiar old and
Unbelievable presence, was I
Am I, waking?