74: Waking Up

March 7, 2019 · 5:00
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Waking Up
by Thomas James

                       I

On my right is a field of darkness.
The ants are busy in the tall grass.
I float on a lake of dark petals.

                       II

Waves of flesh wash over me.
I am looking into watery sky
At the bottom of an ancient well.

                       III

The field is flooded with darkness.
I sleep in curls of dark grass
Edged by a cloud of wild asters.

                       IV

A horse stands by a worm-eaten log.
It paws the dark with its right foreleg,
Cutting dark flowers in the air.

 
 
 

“Waking Up,” from LETTERS TO A STRANGER by Thomas James. Copyright © 2008 by Thomas James. Used by permission of Graywolf Press.