Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Waking Up at 2 a.m.
As if the limit were two choices! –
sleeping, waking –
too much else is creeping, taking,
peeping, quaking, seeping, baking,
leaping, shaking, steeping, raking
in the spoils
amid the coils
and currents and synaptic zaps
of the enormously availing mind.
The thing is not to try to dream,
but rather undertake to glimpse
the largeness of the scheme
then give it up –
and let it go –
so you can stow your reservations
and sail off into the conjugations
of your hungry soul:
a seamlessness from dreamlessness
to waking life inside a boxing ring:
to punch –
from creaming sweet oblivion
to steaming heat: lasciviously
mean and blasting –
to the polar regions
where you are frozen –
perfect – whole.
Eat it all
and lick the bowl.