The noise of him rising wakes me, suddenly
aware of morning. I must have slept, for I am now fully awake.
Before any awareness of the day
a familiar dread pounds inside, stomach lurching.
Life’s burdens stream in, pooling around as the bed floats.
A Swelling river of tears, and fear and heartache. I’m already drowning.
He’s rushing to work because work put him to sleep, kept him dreaming
and woke him.
All of life, lately is spent reeling and the current
is upstream, I’m grasping
at some kind of Hope, any kind of goodness,
holding on to the bits of sweetness I can find, anywhere.
Rancorous contemplation engulfs the good I long for, for I’m no good
at holding on to hope,
in fact I’m drowning in grief; not yet awake I’m by now clutching the pillows
as the bed floats around me, surrounded by my dreams
In a moment the dreams are prayers, my heart’s Beat and Breath joins
The Holy One searches us, knowing everything so how
can I persistently go on alone?
In the Holy Book the words are written, all our days are Known.
Before she was inside my womb. This I cannot comprehend
as I’m drowning.
Still, You Know and now I believe again.
Even one so lost, is not so lost to you.