Tuesday, November 23, 2010

i don't know why i wake up.

i am realizing
as i wake up in a frigid house every morning
that although i had an
early awakening
and have had every opportunity
to learn myself,
i am just lost.
i know truth and goodness
and how to be a decent person,
but don't really know where
i'm going or what i have woken up for.
but i like waking up
and finding something to be excited about.
i don't think answers will come
by way of shining signs from
the heavens,
but might reveal themselves
once the question has been forgotten.
i just wonder if all of those people
who seem figured out feel like i do
or if they wake up and know,
"this is why i have woken up today."

2 comments:

a girl who collects shells said...

thanks.

Vanassa said...

The Good Life

You stand at the window.
There is a glass cloud in the shape of a heart
The wind's sights are like caves in your speech.
You are the ghost in the tree outside.

The street is quiet.
The weather, like tomorrow, like your life,
is partially here, partially up in the air.
There is nothing you can do.

The good life gives no warning.
It weathers the climates of despair
and appears, on foot, unrecognized, offering nothing,
and you are there.

-Mark Strand