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Naked Awakenings
I awaken naked, With a tranquil four-bayed, seven-hundred-acre lake Patiently waiting to welcome me into the new day, Beckoning me to step outside, To the foot of this cabin's apron of lawn, Which slopes, thirty feet, down to the shore's silty edge...
Awaken naked, unaccountable to any cares, Save those relating to my morning rituals: Washing my face, with a bracing-hot rag, brushing my teeth, Getting a pot of aromatic coffee brewing, Assessing my options, possibilities, potentialities For engaging in simplicities that yield riches of wonderment...
Awaken naked and decide to stay that way As long as it might take, even longer, if necessary, To consume a few fresh plump red grapes, for breakfast, Compose a poem, in my mind, if not on paper, Paeaning the pungent fragrance of the white and violet lilacs I plucked, last night, and placed in a vase on the kitchen table...
Awaken naked, as in the moment of my earthly birth, Realizing that time and society have become mere abstractions, Fallen into such profound irrelevance That they're completely out of touch with my immediate reality, Which asks nothing of me, nothing at all, for now, Other than just breathing, dreaming, being.
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