on waking up
wake me up, while I am still asleep, with your knees inside my knees,
while the frost still hugs the window sills, while my breath keeps measured peace.
wake me up with simple words, so as not to change the tides,
while the world starts to manifest behind my curtained eyes.
wake me up, strong weathered hands, wandering through my limbs,
while they teach me, tell me, how to rise up, and where the day begins.