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.


slowly rising

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.

this morning’s doodle…

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