Awakening
 

Awakening

I haven’t written poetry for 18 years.
Today I wrote a poem.

Feelings welled up inside me that I
had forgotten were there.

Water is flowing again in the channel
and life is stirring.

Darkness is lifting, lifting finally and
the sun is blinding.

I have awoken and my eyes are
watering at the sight.

I think I can make out the shape of it.
The shape is you.

sounds like someone woke up from a thousand year sleep. very nice, very touching.

Whew! May I breathe?
And a beautiful awakening it is!
I certainly hope you don't wait another 18 years to put your passion to words.

YO!
Rip Van!

Ain't it great my friend? The only downside and I mean ONLY downside to the 'stirring' and the 'flowing' and the whole waking up from the Landslide thing is...


that TFP will begin to ride in the backseat. Believe me I know from where you are coming.