Awakening in Light
So much is said of births; I remember startled sun
Glazing the flesh of me, a blur-eyed print of dancers
Sofa like a green lump of alien substance
This sudden flashbulb of what I was in, into,
Child heart racing as if I remembered my entry
Sliding from my mother’s safe place
Into terra incognita, the nativity of warm milk
Against the bright-hard, unfiltered world.
This unpeeling awareness
This constant inconstancy
Of matter and mystery
This is the tree, this the blue flower
This is named, that is unnameable –
The beam fixes the word.