I wrote this poem when I was waking up last winter, struggling to come out of sleep. I tried to interpret the feelings and communicate them somehow, which is what I do with most of my poetry. I hope someone can relate.
fog, rolling around
the surface of my mind
the condensation sticks to objects
to the mechanisms inside
my eyes can see
but there is no recognition
my body is awake –
trying to spark a connection
slowly, slowly the fog dissipates
thoughts come forward without haste
and, next thing I know a yawn escapes
i am suddenly wide awake.