That morning, I woke up wanting
only a vision to calm the restive animal
hammering to get out of my rib cage.
That morning, my breakfast
was a few dry crumbs dissolved in tea gone
cold. I wasn’t paying attention.
That morning, all those years of lies
And deceit were unwanted company
On the balcony, twirling in tune with the smoke.
That morning, the valley yonder
was a vast, relentless admonishment —
“Who do you think you’re running away from?”
That morning, I thought I’d escaped
on a blue bus, out of the city, out of the civil,
out of me. And there I was, face to face.
That morning, the wilderness was inside
me like never before, confusion reigning,
anger thrashing, the madness hunting.
That morning was just the night in camouflage,
only just beginning to descend. With fingers
clammy, it would’ve squeezed me bloodless.
But that morning turned into noon, into
evening and into twilight, and i walked
from sunset to sunset and rainbow to rainbow
and felt the monster disengage, dissipate,
apparate as the sweat on my forehead
arrived to witness………………………………..