Waking Up

Before I open my eyes

Before imprints of yesterday

Become visible through sunlit lids

Before I stretch into my persona’s housecoat

I am as grateful as a morning glory

-fully-kissed by the rising sun

I am free as a butterfly floating to nectar

–blissfully unaware of hungry sparrows nearby

I am there –I am that flower -that butterfly

Before my awakening dawns on me

Written for Every Day Poems/T.S. Poetry Press - Tuesday Poetry Prompt: Waking up via https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=554089907988806&set=a.250609428336857.62979.250601428337657&type=1&theater