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The Waking
Theodore Roethke
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.
(poetry diary 141) I fall in love w/this poem each time I rediscover it. Like this morning, after finding it through a search for “waking up” via the Poetry Foundation’s search engine  (always a good place to find poems at any time) after my kid, as always on weekends, woke me up too early.