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May 2014
The music rises me from bed
My hibernation broken
My eyes shut for months
Finally break open
Eggs cracking against a countertop
My legs begin to shake
As if they haven't moved before
My back is bundled up inside me
Like a spring fully pushed in
My mouth breathes hot breaths
That sour the air around
In an immense discomfort
I rise for the day
I stretch my feet to stand on toes
To teach my legs to move again
Throw my hands to touch the ceiling
Let the spring of my back unwind
And stretch from floor to ceiling
Rub my eyes to brush away the shells
That shut my eyes too soon ago
I brush my teeth to cool the heat
And let the tension fade
The pressure in my arms and legs
Flows through the stretch and out my toes
My back is bouncy freely now
The spring determines where to go
My breath is cool and comfortable
With mint to taste as cold as snow
This is not a ritual
It may just be for one today
From sleep to wake
Discomfort to comfort
The music rises me from bed
Sam Shoyer
Written by
Sam Shoyer  Washington, DC
(Washington, DC)   
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