sometimes I wake up immediately.sometimes a nudge slowly rolls from slumber to consciousness.
and lately I've been a sleep.
a sleep walker through life.
a-sleep at the creative wheel.
a sleep away from satisfaction.
obsessed
addicted
passionless.
a zombie hungering for the next check mark on the to-do list.
until the full moon intervened.
she illuminated the night sky
her light fell on my shoulders
gold down my back
silver up my neck
that started the shiver
that raised the goosebumps
that aroused me from sleep.
the sun spilled over the horizon
and the morning breeze blew the sheets of night away.
her light faded into the blue of day.
I exhaled.
she was the nudge.
and now I roll toward day
awake
alive
creeping toward creativity
pulsing with passion.
