Often I awaken
into a world
different than
the one in which
I went to sleep.
It's nothing
dramatic, not
people with
green hair or
cats who speak
fluent Latin or
leaves that fall
upward in autumn.
It's only a
slight difference,
everything just
an inch or so
out of kilter:
like the first
moment of
consciousness
after an acid trip
45 years ago or
the memory of
a girl I should
have kissed,
but didn't or
a slight breeze
from the distant
wings of angels
or especially
like Monet's
endless *******
lily pads
floating at
Giverny
always seen,
but always
different,
simply
challenging
me to notice,
to wake up
to be alive
that most
important thing
of all:
just to
notice.
~mce
Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 12:03 PM UTC
Often I awaken
into a world
different than
the one in which
I went to sleep.
It's nothing
dramatic, not
people with
green hair or
cats who speak
fluent Latin or
leaves that fall
upward in autumn.
It's only a
slight difference,
everything just
an inch or so
out of kilter:
like the first
moment of
consciousness
after an acid trip
45 years ago or
the memory of
a girl I should
have kissed,
but didn't or
a slight breeze
from the distant
wings of angels
or especially
like Monet's
endless *******
lily pads
floating at
Giverny
always seen,
but always
different,
simply
challenging
me to notice,
to wake up
to be alive
that most
important thing
of all:
just to
notice.
~mce
