As dawn arrives and sleep departs
THERE the new day arises
as the Here of sleep seems to dissolve..
The real world we knew yesterday
THERE it is once more..
Thus the default pattern of our days
asserts its unquestioned truth..
What is THERE to prompt a question
on whether the question is settled..?
Perhaps it is that ancient trickster death..
Death in innumerable disguises
in this moment or the next..
Death seen as coming and going
a temporary coloring of something..
Hence the question of that something..
Something we seem to have always known
but apparently forgotten in all those days
of locating ourselves in that insistent