Are We Awake Yet?

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


This is a story of an awakening, cold and bracing,

A story of a long sleep on a cozy layer of assumption.

This is a question about who slept so long in the first place,

About what terrible gift ingloriously and suddenly,

Woke the sleepers, shivering and wide-eyed.

 

The strong desire to sleep, to dream a fairy tale rescue,

A luxury for those who can afford it, along with the merely apathetic.

But each dream bequeaths more dreams, and then the tide,

New and astonishing, a roadmap to a reckoning, breaks,

Over the precipice; the movement acquires mass at last.

 

Here is the bookend of the beginning, a glimmer.

At every other step we meet a punitive force and yet,

At the in between we find ourselves a well-oiled tool, more deeply rooted,

Than our uneasy fury, our alienation, our suffering sacrifice -

Our new and astonishing resurgence, our capacious unity.

 

History is replete with argument, that is its work.

Let us write this in that book - we did not sleep,

We did not rest, we did not surrender, we did not accept.

We woke and we marched and when we stopped,

We, the people, spoke.


Submitted: November 10, 2020

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