Alive again

by Rosemary King

This morning at 11:57am i forgot how to be alive

Now my steps feel clumsy and unsure

Fussing, like a baby, i'm frustrated and unsettled., mumbling and sighing 

My bones stretching outwards towards something they want

My eyes catch a dandelion seed settling on a blade of grass, and i feel the warm air new against my skin  

More alive? What’s alive? 

At 11:58am I realized.