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Photo courtesy of: ‘Sprinkling’ by oliver – Pixabay
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Once you reach a certain point in life, with a drifting mind\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s eye, there\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s an easy, sweet anamneses<\/em> flashing to earlier times\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6 to a pool of impressions that flicker through our lives, seeds that swelled over time. In that long view, we fathom what shaped us\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6 a kind of poem of ourselves\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6<\/p>\n

WAKING<\/strong>
\n By Ken McKeon<\/p>\n

The hour wants to scoot away,
\nJust like a minute, a second,
\nOur lives too,<\/p>\n

No matter how much of a drag they are,
\nHow weighed down by
\nFailed lottery tickets,
\nBad sleep, regret,
\nThe creaking sounds
\n Of tumbrels in the streets,
\n Or music we’d rather not hear,<\/p>\n

That’s why I wake,
\nWhy I hear
\n Nothing but my mind,
\n Why I listen carefully enough
\n Until my mind hears me,
\n And then everything shows up,
\n The shifting whole starts happening again,<\/p>\n

For all I know, it starts up everywhere,
\nIn the nearly gluey flesh slides
\nOf the wriggling worms,
\nOf the living upright snails,
\nTheir shells uncracked,
\nTheir stemming horns alive with nuance.
\nThe moist air lives in them,
\nThey are the slowest of gains,
\nThey have no fingers to click,
\nThey are packed up and safe,
\nBut they touch fully all that is,
\nAs they trail on away in glisten feels,
\nSliming silvery the dry sidewalks,
\nThen tumbling off the low ledges
\nInto the moist dark lawn,<\/p>\n

I follow them,
\nI fall into the roping blades,
\nThe wet green realm,
\nMy heart beats there,
\nIn the rich smells,<\/p>\n

And the dull rubbery pale hose
\nComes alive at dawn,
\nThere’s this timer,
\nIt really works,
\nIt clicks away almost silently,
\nBeads running through our moving fingers,<\/p>\n

And with the last snap
\nThe sprinkler starts spinning
\nRight after the whoosh,<\/p>\n

And it’s a go, it’s real, it’s the first light,
\nAnd rising swarming beading sprays
\nLift and fall, then they swing across the world,
\nThey return only to leave again, such endless joy, <\/p>\n

And my neighbors are clumsy waking saints,
\nAnd they greet each other with chimes,
\nAnd I laugh like crystal,
\nAnd I wave and reach out
\nWith my hands, my tongue, my words,<\/p>\n

And the paper slaps down on the front steps,
\nAnd my grumpy sullen sister snores away,<\/p>\n

As the Catholics ease out of their varied cars
\nAnd into the small church across the way.
\nI would follow them, but I am Protestant,
\nThough I have no idea just what that means,<\/p>\n

I have no ideas at all,
\nBut I do worship,
\nAnd the silence thunders,
\nAnd life again pours in,
\nAnd our breaths become the miracles of love.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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