Originally published in The Evergreen Review Issue 122 in March, 2010.
I arrived where I had been
Not where I came from
Another night with its yellowed sun
Thistles: Six of them:
I arrived by flight
At the same place where day was no longer possible
to lean against.
Brightness extended very slowly
Dying: nowhere in sight
I arrived where I was supposed to be
—All the time—
A transparency without influence I slid into your eye:
Then watched every alternative
Become the Same: