Canto CXLI

I’m boot camp quick to rise when your alarm
brings consciousness into our cold bedroom,
leaping from our cover kindled warmth,

our brain lights flicker like the pilot flame
that fires beneath the boiler, heaters groan,
the process of waking can feel the same—

familiarity straightening the spine,
the mind’s map of the world’s utility
emerges from the sudden, dazzling shine

of belongings bereft of fealty
to their complacent owners. You are still
curled up as I brew up your morning tea.

Is this the way that newborns view the world,
a syntax free blaze of phenomena?
In three and a bit months our little girl

will not be shy in bawling out her answer.


1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. peter litton
    Jan 18, 2012 @ 11:46:45

    We have become complacent to the blaze of information that hits our waking brain. But to the empty mind of a new born child it must be dazzling. Imagine all that parallel information hitting your synapses…wow! some trip.

    I liked the pilot flame idea.


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