The day your father died
the day the towers burned
the day she found out she had a tumor
I was doing something irrelevant
caught on auto pilot
like the time the door bell rang and
the pizza man handed over a bag
how did you think a bag could contain a large box?
you said as you ran after him shouting
you gave us the wrong order!
but he sped away on his small red bike
because he too was on auto pilot
and we dreamers who
find reality too hard
yet strive to know
we are often and regrettably lost
choosing puzzles over clarification
wandering the halls of the VA
in search of meaning
watching ruinous faces lose their facades
but when you had your first seizure
in the toilets and everyone began
to scream
I recalled my cousin seizing in the field
full of pollen and dragon flies
and held your head firm like a babe
baptized in a steam
in that moment I was not
a child of pretend and play
but an adult seeing the heart monitors of the world
bleeping to wake
the sleeper in me
who does not pretend to know
the journey in you
but when I lift my head from
distraction and sound
clear my mind and look around
then in the reflecting glass of true response
I can be as much as possible
the owner of my walk
thinking not of purchase and power
but the small mercies
we often over look
How we can be jolted out of normal life
Flying at thirty thousand feet
gazing out the cockpit window
Auto Pilot minding the controls
daydreaming
Forgetting we are all
Crew and passengers
building the thing in flight
Until the alarms scream
and lights flash
Reality intrudes with
Wake-up Call
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TheFeatheredSleep – Distracted and not