The Starting Line

I thought I was dead

when you opened my eyes.

I thought I was a ghost

when you reached out for me.

I thought I was dried up

when you showed me an oasis.

I thought I’d forgotten

when you reminded me.

I thought I was buried

when you showed me how to fly.

I thought I had decayed

when you softened me.

I thought I was at the end

when you showed me the starting line.