When Pulled From Sleep

When pulled from sleep,

by your own body,

go forth to where it leads.

You don't really need to think.

In fact, you musnt-

cant be trusted. So

you'll feel it, reel it in:

a purge or urge to rise.

You'll seal the deal with eyes,

trained but learning little lies.

Brain is forced to compromise.

Transforms so we can try

to rearrange our riverbeds;

redirect our lives.

When pulled from sleep,

dropped from mid air,

into minds muddy water:

swim to shore for the morning,

make it pure, always learning.

Breathe and build a boat,

don't forget an anchor,

don't forget to thank her:

the ground that gave you your body.

Then go forth - little mind, big mind,

you child, you elder- downstream, together.

The new day awaits