Awakening

(remembering Oliver Sachs)

It is as if I am asleep awakening.

Walking round and round in circles

In the multitudes of days

Hunting underneath cushions

Crouching and peering low behind doors

Inspecting hot washed jam jars

Tracing my finger along ledges,

The edges,

The corners of the surfaces

Of my existence

Something missing in plain view

Still searching for the canvas of you.

February 2024