My soul returns
from its night of flight
and I lie in bed
Still
Soft
Blinking
Every day is my birthday
and my soul spilling back into my body feels
like the ocean licking that line of sand that’s always wet
Three billion years old and counting
and I too am an ancient current, dark and deep
God I’ve missed so much
Maybe I’ll write something now
Maybe I’ll reach for the great enigma of Tomas Transtromer
with the two little dots over the O
Maybe I’ll just stay here awhile and
let the tendons in my toes
remind me that I’m still alive
Sobriety Poet 