Arlene Corwin writes

From Wakeful Night To Active Day

I lay awake.

I no longer take

                      for granted 

Night long sleep.

That’s quite alright.  

I wind, unwind my yogic limbs,

Find things to do

While torso twists & screws,

The mind at ease,

Positions so brand new,

No book has yet to catch or photo.

There I lie with things to do.

There is a ‘me’ that does not choose;

A something that already knows;

Some inner cleverness that goes

From limb to limb, joint to joint, 

Anointing every cartilage, each ligament

With blessed flexibility, 

Accessibility,

Facile ability:

Yoga session moving forward

To a most advanced degree.

It isn’t fun to lay awake,

But when it’s done,

One falls asleep.

Perhaps not Rem or deep,

But it’s enough.

A cup of coffee

                       does the trick.

Awake and quickened,

Competent to not delay

But go the whole way 

In a stream from recent dream

To active day.

Mysterious this nighttime cycle;

Structural, visceral, mental, spinal,

Hormonal, remindful?

Grateful and humble,

Glad to report that it was not final.

[To quote my dear Swedish Kent “A less abstract”... poem.  I like that, because I suppose I have two aims when writing: one is to write a poem the reader can identify with - something both concrete and universal and two, to write a poem of quality.  As an example, this simple, some might say simplistic "From Wakeful Night To Active Day" took roughly a day and a half or 6 hours to write from idea to end.  And you never know, it may not be the finished product yet.]