You may know the feeling. <br /> <br />Some time has passed, <br />spent navel-gazing.... <br /> <br />and then at last <br />something happens to awaken the brain <br />from this semi-slumber of analysis, <br />bringing back a (new?) reality, again; <br /> <br />and - what is this? <br /> <br />A rude awakening <br />from a world there for the taking <br />though studiously, <br />previously, <br />ignored by the mind, <br />eyes wide shut, <br />mentality blind: <br /> <br />a glimpse of ad hoc moments composing the day, <br />each one passed, yet never taken away; <br />but taken, <br />stirred, <br />shaken, <br />re-stirred: <br /> <br />a reconstructed word <br />taken by each ego for what it can, or will, <br />rejuvenating its fragile roots, until <br />it is whole once more, <br />and utterly adored; <br /> <br />a breath <br />a wind <br />a sigh <br />a child <br />a call <br />a thought <br />a lover <br />a laugh <br />a leaf <br />a song <br />a sky <br /> <br />a recognition of why <br /> <br />things are as they are; <br />(and plant another flower, <br />or a seed, in the brain; <br />then do the same, again and again) : <br /> <br />and what have you, <br />and what are you? <br /> <br /> <br />Each a moment in the taking, <br />each a lifetime in the making, <br />each occuring not for itself, per se - <br /> <br />but a factor to a hedonistic day<br /><br />Tara McH<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/egoistic-appropriation/
