I have a hard time

believing people

who speak of enlightenment

as a flawless event.

When I wake up

I am at my most groggy

and can be irritable

slow to make decisions.

I am half where I was

in a dreamlike funk

half attuned to the day.


I don’t want to wake up

fast and outright,

my heart beating furiously

at potential,

my eyes saucers of alertness.


I want my awakening to arrive

with a stretch

an easy yawn

the creases from the pillow

on my cheek,

puffy face

hair a toss turnt mess.

I want to welcome enlightenment

with a cup of coffee

and the wondering of,

“what shall we do today?”

as I write down

the dreams I dreamt

with my favorite pen.


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