We Awoke

This morning we awoke in
thrush-pierced silence at dawn.
For one delicious moment
in the cool darkness
just before yesterday plunged
its blunt imaginary instrument,
this mind, back into our
woundless empty heart
we remembered sweetly

that we've all drowned.
For aeons we've been floating
in a sea of beauty

and the whole blue sky
fills our chest between
one breath and another...

Let us pray that one morning
we may awake to remember it,
and not forget.