Katrina Kaye
I am going to take my time
crawling to consciousness.
I am going to linger in bed
grasping for silvery dreams,
flirting with the gray light
of dawn outside window.
In the morning, I will allow
myself to fill my lungs with air
and follow my breaths.
I will leisure in sleep,
a curling cat in a cut
of sunshine on carpeted floor,
the last chill of morning chased
from my skin.
I will allow my body to find
its own movement and rhythm.
I will listen to the silence.
In the morning,
before the sun is too high
and the air too cloudy,
I will wander till I reach the river.
Maybe I’ll see the sunflowers again,
that little grove on the north side of the freeway.
Perhaps it will break me to tears
like it did that one day last summer.
Perhaps it will conjure
a release I didn’t know
I was resisting.
NOW AVALIABLE
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