“Zodiac” 6/28/07

taking back a breath
is no small matter.
un-blinking a blink
or un-dreaming a dream…
harder still.
yet from this brokenness
and its retrograde feeling, there
comes a wash of white:
clarity for some, blindness for others.
it forces a double-take
somewhere in my singular brain:
“undoing what’s been done,”
“reinventing the circle.”
these thoughts hoist my daydreams
onto their shoulders
and parade around, singing
a strange, sad song:
something about what’s been lost,
and what may never be found,
and of a hundred thousand moments
gone, and how one blink only leads
to another.
I slide down the wall, crying
like a frightened child,
realizing all at once
that this train I’m riding on
travels a perfect circle
and the roof above my head
blots out the stars.