Epiphany

What matter if


faces fall out


like crumbling pages


shunning a book past its prime.


Presences fade


like unwilling perfume


leaving traces in pity.


The tired mirror refuses to show


anything new


and every touch, every movement


is unthought of,mindless.






All of a sudden


in a moment


stripped bare,


alone, frightened, unsure, uncaring


waiting to reach home


and drown in sleep.






Rich, unexplored mental horizons


seducing into illusions


of coherence, until


once again,


the empty words,


hollow gestures and


once more,


the solitude.






I am learning


to be


with me.






Where be


the old assurances,


the certitudes, the


taken for granted


finitudes?






Pulling back from


a rushing world


and breathing its pauses;


a moment magnified


and filling one's vision


then retreating swiftly


into the crevices


of deja vus.






Like a splash of cold water


on a winter morning


jolting and refreshing,


out of a hazy slumber,


arousing and keen.






Eyes wider open and


a calm, quick heart,


looking ahead


and gazing within,


watching around and taking all in,


waiting to move,


hoping to stay aware


this time around.






Taking things slowly,


with measured pauses;


maybe, I am beginning


to like me.