In a Night
Once a great bird tore me
lifted and took me
on a swift swerve
to the bodiless, a going
of form to the pink mouth of oblivion
—Not an absence,
not nothing!
Whatever it was that I was
outgrew me
and without surprise
of flight, covered the long sky
with looking
and looking at everything, everything
I became the very vastness
which made me first alone
—Stephanie Adams-Santos
SHARKPACK Poetry Review 