John W. Evans Invocation
We wake to lawn mowers and tow trucks; to contrails; to ringing telephones; to the whir and click of machines beneath us; to voices;
We wake to amperes and long waves; to cell phone towers; to reverberations; to sound-walls;
We wake to the sizzle and pop of bacon; to juice concentrate;
We wake to the alarm clock; to sleepwalking children; to habits; to nights with little sleep;
We wake to salty bile and vinegar; to excess; to a body that will not rest;
We wake to forget ourselves;
We wake to anxiety and affirmation; to antidepressants in the aquifer; to arsenic; to Adderal;
We wake to the current of a city; a lake; a cloud above the cities; a blank sky;
We wake to something unconstructed; to fire and ash; to rebirth;
We wake to apprehension; to closed borders; to entitlement and circumstance;
We wake to resolution; to intention; to well-orchestrated plans;
We wake to be surprised;
We wake to wires in the ceiling; to the joists and beams of the house; to hollow walls; to nothing;
We wake to puzzles in the fault lines; to cyclones in the tropics; to depressions; to eruptions;
We wake to consequence; to miscalculation and misunderstanding;
We wake to sub-atomic particles; to binary structures; to well-researched assumptions; to theory;
We wake to joy and pleasure; to blooms; to something unknown the night before;
We wake to sorrow for the memories of a room;
We wake to do nothing; to feel nothing; to mean nothing;
We wake hopeful and without shame;
We wake to each other, to the blessings, face to face, one at a time.