Waking

Woke up halfway thru a poem,
And nothing was rhyming.
Are you afraid of dying, the boy asked,
No, I’ll go on a little while.

Walked to Kansas and back
From my bedroom,
Glinting light bouncing off the walls,
Excavating dreams that made me
More than I’d been before,
Wondering just how large the ego gets
Before it disappears.

The boy sat still.
Don’t expect to be great
And greater you will be,
The gifts that are truly yours
Come through you.