F-5 (I Am Awake)

I woke up for the first time today.

Despite this blessed cognition I couldn’t find much to say.

The world is nothing but a net that sings,

And I can finally reach out and pluck the strings.

My thoughts abound as my reasons abscond

like a rock that was thrust into a flickering pond. 

Ripple and ripple; the waves fill my head

as cumbersome thoughts carry me to bed. 

Yet even now I feel it slip,

slowly and surely it falls from my grip.

I don’t want to go to sleep, for I fear I shall never again wake up;

and will fall back to my old ways of filling this bottomless cup.

So please don’t let me go, for mercy’s sake.

For now I whisper to myself, “I am awake.”