Opening Time


Those long dormant curtains begin to rustle,
sway in the ponderous undulations of the time-heavy,
and I hear them call to me in deep,
nigh-imperceptible murmurs.
Uneasy, scared even, I stumble from their velvety touch
scramble for cover lest they be fully drawn away
to rend the dark peace of these long quiet rooms,
gracious obscurity revoked.
But as I flee the ties which you so foolishly undid
unfurl toward my frantic ankles;
bind and drag me into recognition, into exposure.
These things have been set in terrible motion,
the dust of slumber falling in droves
through the harsh light;
and I, in awful new waters, cry your name,
tearing my throat raw,
knowing that your waves cannot be reversed.

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