WAKING TO GRAVITY

How can I assuage moments
in photographs, knowing
in my old brain
I hear a rickety train
draw up to a region in air. . .

I take my time waking like a bird.
Through window-shutters I evolve
like patches of light on opaque wood
and be like ants on the move.

I stand
with embryonic innocence
discarding mucus
in need
of emergence.

[Onis Sampson]