I woke up
breathing.
A dream divided in my mind
along straight lines,
and I surmised
that it was time to be alive.
No place to hide.
No time to cry.
I raised a fist
to resist the tide.
It washed me away,
made clean my mind.
I suffered to return
to the herd;
their ways just as bizarre
as they are absurd.
I felt the sunshine
bright upon my face.
For a moment,
I thought I’d found my place.
Just a little bit of God,
just a little bit of Grace.
The sacred thing
in a profane place.
I ate the Sun
and I didn’t mind the taste.
Burned my eyes out,
scoured my sins away.
I had enough divine intervention
for a lifetime
that day.
Not really sure I didn’t say
in that altered state
in some kind of way.
HG – 2020
