Now Could Be Everything After

weeds at Waskesiu Lake Marina


I think
Life could begin now.
This could be the spark of awareness
when I wake up into a sunny morning
and squint
to see all the parts that make the world
at our beginning.
This could be a whole new way:
open as an unfettered desert,
alive as a northern July forest.

We could wake up.

But then,
enlightenment might be babies’ births,
never this waking at forty-four,
and everything after
a slow layering of gauze
until things go quiet again,
softly dark before the exit
for the next bright light.