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