waking up

waking up and the blue of the wide glass windows,
the space where the answer is unknown and
there is fear there and the fear is nothing.
and when i wake up i am nothing and
the window is wide and very very blue.
i think the window is everything
and also my scarf is pink and there is one thread
and it is waving, gracile and not graceful
and i think the thread is actually light
but it is too bent for that.

and i push the hard red arm away beneath me
and my feet and the floor put weight on each other.
i think my body moves through space but
i don't know where my body ends and space begins
and so i am not sure about that either
but a girl’s face is oval at me,
a computer monitor is turquoise.

-Christina Johnson