Awake this new day, announce to reason a question: Live or live?
Slumbered secure with what was, this moment of yesterday and night.
Pulling back the sheets still in decision, or no…the choice already made.
So long the routine of rising, shitting, pissing, brushing the teeth, showering off lost debris.
What if holding hands high and reaching for the morning dove, the faded stars; heavens of possibility?
It’s there, within reach yet so few are tempted, secure with what was, this moment of yesterday and night.
Robin Lipinski 