In the morning it feels like coming into a clearing
And the disorientation lingers only for a breath
I hold the thought, a coal glowing on the wet ground
Not long enough to stay in
This vision of crawling out between the cracks
And understanding that permeate the day and tomorrow,
So I make a coffee while looking out the window
And noticed that I can't remember when or if
I woke up
All the thoughts rushing in after the thaw