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.
Another 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.
(Reminding Mary Howe’s poem “What The Living Do”)
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