Lets wake up together

Some things come into bloom with such violence;

a passionate affair for life, for instance – 

to live with ones heart beating in the ribcage; 

numbered thrums of being alive –

where do i go? 

with the questions?

where do i go? 

to lay my head down on a mossy bed,

green and damp

cheek to the earth 

and tell her i’m sorry? 

where do i go? 

bare feet tapping 

into the wilderness of ones heart,

into the wilderness of my mother,

into the wilderness of my children, 

into the vast wilderness

with the blooming promise 

of the present moment;

enough, 

whispering 

enough, 

lets wake up together.