Awake

 

Awake

 There are mornings 

when I wake up 

as a hundred-year-old woman 

with stiff hips 

and wrinkled memories 

so I slow down the world 

because I have wisdom to forget 

and I accept that it is transient. 

There are other mornings 

when I wake up 

as a six-year-old 

with playful thoughts 

and easily mobile desires 

so I spin the world fast 

because I have the power to change it 

and I recreate without ceasing. 

And there are mornings 

when I wake up 

and I just say to myself - 

It's good, you are awake! 

So I embrace the world.