It can seem impossible to figure out how to live the ecstasy in a mundane world, surrounded by sleepy people. It's as if being vibrantly energetic makes for so much potential that it becomes impossible to focus. Sometimes, it seems like these folks are only existential signs or social agitators. It's good at those times to notice the wind, the birds, the morninglight breaking in as well as all the breaking out.
I ask what wound
would be enough
to limit this fire,
to cripple this body,
to direct this sight,
what would be enough?
But the wind blows,
and my heart is pounding,
and I rise with the sun,
with the birds,
with the morninglight
that breaks in and breaks out
so often
there is little enough
unmoved.
Copyright 2007 Todd Mertz