I Woke from Where?
My body moves towards waking at the same hour and nearly the same minute of each and every day. What is it deep within me which knows the time— the time for me to rise and slowly enter this world? From where is it I’m arriving? I can’t remember. It’s all darkness and a few fleeting images until I first open my eyes. Now I’m wide awake taking an inventory of my day, and fiddling around in my pockets for anything remaining from my journey to this world.
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- Second Communion · August 30‹ Attending MeCliché ›