Have I awakened?
For decades, it seems, I have slept in a cave,
Hung like a dried fly
Sucked of all insides and faith.
Am I awake
After so many foldings unfoldings,
The loose flaps and threads?
Something is stirring, some newness,
A flail, buzz, and heave.
Welcome, this sharp morning blast—
Pleasure floods through me
While tears sting my eyes,
Veins fill with promised life.
Breathing, I breathe and I feel,
My skin bristles.