Dreaming awake

Dreaming awake

I visited lots of places

and came back unaware

of the subtleties of memories

Friends tried to convert me

to their private heresies

and left 

when they realized

that I had my own salvation planned

in a bundle of prayers 

and intercessions

Spring came yesterday

a daisy storm on the lawn

and a lighter shade of blue

in the morning sky

I defined every single item

of my broken life

I am free

and I belong here

Here where sparrows 

act like angels

silently invading 

the praying hands of the trees

that have worn 

their gloves of buds and flowers

Claude Lopez-Ginisty