getting up

how soon do we become aware of things
and how
and why

the beauty of the day
silence upon waking
stretching on
our own
or because we’ve seen others do it

rise
with enough sense to rise
the wildness of dreams
subside
settle into
enough transition
to
realize we’re here

and assemble where is here
and what
should we be
doing
now
into consciousness

and the world might lead us first
into it
traffic noise
anxiety from what rooted
before sleep
maybe a long before
tasks
to accomplish
subjects for counselors

whatever
might be going through
when all aspects and talents need take over

one part by another
in groups or altogether

we came to life
the mystery
as
well as the amazement

into today
and the hours as we unfold them
into
all the moments we might
try
to plan and
what shall happen
anyway

c l couch


more existential than I meant—it was more simply a pretty day at first, now grayed over

photo by Ashlee Marie on Unsplash 
“Heavenly Blue” morning glory
Oxdrift, Kenora, Unorganized, Canada