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