Two Poems

On Waking Up

Your first question, not yet,
not quite yet being
       awake, is not quite out
       of the question or your mouth
and isn’t the fictional
where am I? of old stories,
        but as one or more of your eyes
        confesses and re-admits
light as a matter of fact
and the existence of a self
        has dawned on you once more,
        it’s far more likely to be
who am I now? since where
is meaningless till you
        as the restless embodiment
        of time can wonder why
you’re here and have to admit
that light is light again.