Adjusting to the Light

how curious indeed
that the part of my body
that remembers it most
are my two arms

who have little feeling
otherwise, but who
have taken to giving me
nightmares, so that I might

wake up, walk
to the bathroom
adjust my eyes to the light
and look at myself

in the mirror
before returning to bed,
all the while
walking and swinging

my arms back and forth
rocking them back to sleep,
trying to forget
the reason we woke.