cocoon

Yesterday, I dozed
in the mid-afternoon heat.
I awoke to find myself
lying on my arm & wrist.
And for a full fifteen minutes
my fingers were numb
& wouldn't work.
And my wrist wouldn't
hold upright
the weight of my hand.

This morning I awoke
at 6.12am,
without an alarm.

I was asleep.

I am not sleeping
anymore.

It is time to get to work,
begin the dream;
Dream the dream.

You know the one,
the one with
eyes opened wide.

Start
what it is
I came here to do.

It took me
nineteen years
to get back here.

The world is watching...

The world is waiting...

Begin.

Now.

This morning I awoke
at 6.12am,
without an alarm.

I was asleep.
I am not sleeping
anymore.
And you're no longer
the first thing I think of
when I awake.

It took me
nineteen years
to get back here.

It took me
nineteen years

to

get

back

here.


(c)Brent M Harpur, 2012.

- for E.S.

"Here we lie, waiting for something to startle, to shake us from gravity's pull. And so the sleeping hours are through. What can we do? / So loosen your shoulderblades. This is your hour to make do. Because there on the timberline, deep cold November shines through, soft and absolute."
'Cocoon.' Words (c) Colin Meloy,The Decemberists.