Awakening in my beginning –

Not enough breaths to tell the world how I feel,
not enough moments before the sun sets
and seeps down into the wrinkles of the bed
of the horizon sky
to go to sleep.
Not nearly enough pieces of paper
to write this letter
that needs to be written,
not nearly enough soft blades of grass
to comfort my fall.
When you speak,
I listen,
when you cry,
I cry out too.
Bring the curtain down over my eyes,
pack my memories in the trunk
at the foot of my bed,
put me to sleep. Tomorrow
is a new awakening.
I still haven’t met my beginning:
my beginning is now.

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