How heavy it is, this bucket
drawn out of the lake of sleep
with a dream slipping over,
so heavy that on some mornings
you can’t quite pull it free
so let it slip back under,
back into the darkness where
the water is warm, even warmer,
but the dream, like a minnow,
has swum away and is merely
a flash in the murky distance,
and the weight of waking up
seems even heavier. But somehow
you lift it again, its handle
biting into your fingers,
and haul it out and set it down
still rippling, a weighty thing
like life itself, in which you dip
the leaky cup of your hands
and drink.
~ Ted Kooser, “Awakening“, Splitting an Order.
Image Source: Michalina Wozniak
David: what a beautiful image that poem paints in my mind. thanks for sharing.
John, my reaction (after reading it 4x consecutively) was the same. Beautiful. Good morning. Hope you are well.
What imagery to greet the day – magnificent. Everything of his that you curate, is fantastic.
Thanks Mimi. But, there’s limited curation. Everything he writes in imagery-deliciousness.
makes me want to slip back under….
dreams that follows to the lid
is a prayer, you hid
warns you , hush you
not to confine..it is in imagination
a bottle of win
doesn’t open, you can not take a sip
eyes they open..but you want to take a dip
morning my darling..your wife gives you a kiss
awakening are better..I would have missed..this
Awwww, beautiful. We missed you here Kalabalu.
thank you 🙂 I missed too 🙂