When I Wake Up
I remember the night surprises,
the visit from my sister,
her admonition
to leave it all behind
to leave it all behind
in search of a more
immediate now.
immediate now.
Hard to let go,
when I am
so embroidered
so embroidered
into the tapestry
of my brothers,
of my brothers,
sisters, my children’s lives.
Bungee jumping
without a cord
without a cord
is easier than stepping away
from all that went before.
I am afraid to free float
when all I can see is crash
and burn.
and burn.
When I linger in the
parlor of imagination
hoping for a ride
on Gabriel’s cloud,
I forget for a moment
ti hold on.
I am free to soar
unencumbered
and aware.
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Terrific poem, Linda. Stanza 3 is perfection.
Thank you so much.