waking

On waking
Time was new, the instant
of amazement
patterns as never before,
made by sunlight on the floor.
There
were no precedents to dull the sight.
Then the first thoughts
Came
born of hidden desires and fears, defiling
The cleansing
night had brought. Yet, still, a balmy
Breeze
of Spring's fresh warmth
maintained an element of that
Emptying
so promising in its endlessness,
The mind
then poised between continuing
or abandoning the habit
Of striving