Poetry: On Waking Up
Written by Martin Chan
Your first question, not yet,
not quite yet being
awake, is not quite out
of the question or your mouth
and isn’t the fictional
where am I? of old stories,
but as one or more of your eyes
confesses and re-admits
light as a matter of fact
and the existence of a self
has dawned on you once more,
it’s far more likely to be
who am I now? since where
is meaningless till you
as the restless embodiment
of time can wonder why
you’re here and have to admit
that light is light again.