I Want to Love Waking Up
After “I Want to Love the World,” by Christine Potter
I want to love waking up again, but for months
I’ve been waking up to thoughts of being a day
closer to death, to images of the bony ribcages
of starving children, to the blankness of hope.
I want to be light as birdsong at dawn, but instead,
I am the heavy keening of families of deportees.
I want to love waking up, but joy evades my grip,
drips off my fingers and evaporates, like drops
of water on a hot pan. I want to wake up happy,
but doom is leaning on her horn under my window,
making thoughts of anything else impossible. I force
myself to get up, and only then, when I feel my feet
on the floor, do I remember poetry—a few lines
I want to revise, a poem I want to reread & that
is enough to get me down the stairs to my coffee.
The New Verse News, Wednesday, August 20, 2025