what if you gathered the seeds that you need?
can instinct be trusted?
the sun wakes me up each morning,
greets my eyelids with shadows
(my window blinds, the tree branches
swaying outside, light and the absence of it)
my instinct is to
question everything –
to lay down in darkness,
allow it to pass until
the light wakes me up again
why am i asleep
when you hold me?
have i gathered the seeds that i need
to sustain myself?
will storms pass, will they come back again?
all that i ever see is
light and the absence of it