Reminders

It’s 2 ‘O clock in midnight sleep.
In a continued living, I wake up

With burst of wedding crackers
On mindfulness in the old body.

The old poet catches self alive,
In shop window & spilling bag.

It reminds she is alive & spilling.
Now here, I am alive & recalling.

We re-affirm aliveness mutually,
Nudging bodies to remain alive

With gentle reminder by spilling
Or by bursts of wedding cracker.

We have to assert our aliveness
’cause that is what the living do.