Living Woke

Living Woke

At the age

of seventy years

and four months,

I woke--

not in the vernacular

but the traditional sense.

Awaken.

Bestir oneself.

Get going.

Come alive.

Rouse.

With less time

to live woken

than yesterday,

I put sleep behind me

and rise from the dead

in Ephesians 5:14 style.

Woken.

Again.