By Elizabeth Morana
I’m afraid of this day
and the demands therein
so I lie awake
electricity a low hum
under me
running through my cells
Two hours before
awakening time
I resist this moment
and keep resisting
Can I let myself Be Here?
In this unwanted moment?
No.
I am caught up with the fear
that I won’t be able to be-in
some future moment of
this coming day
I cannot be-here at all
Oh, how I long to
Be here now.
And having really
Yearned that
My body stretches
relaxes
And I lie down
If not to rest
At least
To be here.
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