Surprise

I have no solid prizes.
In fact, few surprises.
One surprise qualifies me
for everything–that day
when I was four.

I had been asleep until then,
awaiting my awakening.
Then I received a prize–
this wildly untamed life
within.

It constantly whispers,
as if from behind
stage curtains,
“Is this really happening to you?”

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