Awake

This morning I awake 

in thrush-pierced silence
at dawn.

For one gracious instant
just before yesterday
plunges its blunt
imaginary blade
back into my
empty heart,
I see quite clearly
that we've all drowned.
For countless aeons
we've been floating
in a sea of beauty
called 'this moment.'
One breath bows
to another.

Blue sky fills my chest.
Then I forget,
because I remember
the weight of the dream.
Some morning,
may I never remember.
And may I never forget
to stay awake.