Awakening

Not awake yet 

shuffling through 

the sludge of sleep, 

walking and talking 

until 

movement shook me 

gently awake 

dregs of sleep drifting 

like the heat of the day 

settling into the trees 

as the sun slips 

   

   down and down 

to the horizon 

  

   painting the land in 

deep yellows and golds. 

With the soft breath 

  

  of a cooling wind, 

I walk on.

“Rise up nimbly and go on your strange journey.”

~ Rumi