today i awoke

the man child wakes
naturally with the birds
orientates himself in the grey of pre dawn
shuffles around the house
like a lost lamb
not quite yet coherent
or cognitive
routine becomes invaluable
to maintain stability
first here
then there
a breathe or two and a stretch
a small drink
hard to swallow on the dry throat fresh from sleep
then settle again
light a candle
gaze long and deep
keep breathing
fight the magic slumber which threatens
and obscures you
another day has begun
try and connect with god
all around you
in you
somehow
try and feel the presence
don't let the day overtake you
before its even begun
and the hours pass into history
duties
family and friends
activity
obligation
flights of fantasy
creativity in waves
or receding like the tide
fruitless and fruitful
glimpses of truth
of hope
moments of despair and longing
until the day ends
and the sun returns to haunt
other worlds
and then a moment of rest
a chance to see with new eyes
perhaps the eyes of the drunk
or the glutton
but CK can hope to see
with eyes of love
of compassion
consolation
revelation
gifts
from another place
for the man child
to awake to.

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