The flowers woke up my imagination today
that plain land open to plant some flowers and shrubs
what colors do I want?
what will grow here?
and there’s that feeling
peeking out from the back of my mind
a toddler cautiously looking out
is anyone awake yet?
or, that tickle of on the top of my skull
to remind me it’s there
hey, is there some space now?
can I come out?
so often my soul returns with music
or I find stories
those recounting true experience
these wind chimes that wake up the child inside
then, blankets pushed back
little feet hit the floor
excited there’s light
is anyone else awake?