at dawn sleep left without a word <br />my back curves and my arms look for something to hold <br />to grip what is there before me <br />my fingers shake and holds the keys <br />of the computer <br />they all begin to scribble words <br />to assure my being <br />that i am a tree with roots <br />a vine with tendrils <br />an earth still blessed with a sun <br />and winds and breeze <br />i sweat and look around <br />i stand still beside a window <br />i open the eye of the world before me <br />and said to myself <br />everything is alive <br />to include me.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/alive-alive/
