A Birthday Wish
A Birthday Wish
*6/15/2020
I think I learned to think this year,
if thinking were denoted as 'emerging
understanding of an inability to go
on sleeping in certainty,' and as the globe
went gimping for another turn around
the room, I too approached the kind
of sniffing canine intellect that circles
but will not recline. It's something like
somnambulists discovering they're not
awake, a virgin's realization of an itch
that won’t be scratched a while yet,
but strangely I am here to ask you not
divide the frothy sea or even point
a beeline through the desert if this is not
the year. Instead, I'd ask at 26 you help
me learn to camp around the tabernacle
covered in the cloud, content to pitch my tent
in holy ambiguity and maybe even rest
a bit—just please don't let this little nap
become, as it can often do, a full-on sleep.
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