The Awakening

Your arms are full and your hair is wet

The Gulf called to you in persistence

Dull roots with spring rain

Behaving as the wind behaves

Shape without form, gesture without motion

Passing as pleasing, devote without devotion

Love out of the dead land

To be buried in the canyon

What good is a ring on your finger

When days in summer are apt to linger

When days in summer are apt to linger

Head to the shore, leave your love on the ground

You weep while your baby cows

With fear spitting out of its mouth

And you would sink with them in bed

And not think of any husband

Or listen to any children

Or dream of being a person

Or having to be woman

Just wanting to feel feeling wanted

Just wanting to feel feeling wanted

They joke, you cover a veneer

You take the wheel, they stare, you steer

You take the wheel, they stare, you steer

Head to the shore, leave your love on the ground

You weep while your baby cows

With fear spitting out of its mouth

Tiny sand pebbles cradle its head

Inch by inch, you’re midocean

And it cries with your middle name

But the heart for it, you hold no claim

It’s abandonment, you hold no shame

And your pain is its pain

Until you’re so far out that it fades

Your body floated, a stick in the stream

And your mind fell into a dream

And all of a sudden everything bled into nothing

And all of a sudden everything bled into nothing

And all of a sudden everything bled into nothing

And all of sudden…The Awakening