In this case of a singularity of reflected gold on black tarmac
In this case of sharp bright sunshine stabbing into my eyes like needles
And in this case of a clear and sudden awakening, like thunder
There was, at once, presence and surprise
Eagerly awaiting the opportunity of morning
And a shadow cast into the pool, thrown with abandonment
With no cry of remorse, no cry of shame
Battening down the hatches to release myself under shadows of slumber
Facing the cry of one demon after another, still and splendid
With the promise of sunshine, of sporadic white billowy cloud
And the landing of the plane with release, with drama, with fortitude
Ash and gray, dusty, billowy, no longer
And the slow dawn of autumn
And a slow cold undertone of sleep and winter.