I awaken again,
the sun filled room void
of presence
my heart convulses once
remembering
what it likes to escape

eyes close
lungs pull in
the quiet air
as the involuntary function
of living
pushes me out of bed

rarely
does that one thing
cross the canvas of mind
by continuing on
by moving my self
blessed forgetfulness sets in

© Johanna Fugitt 2017