sun was falling in a constant stream of warmth
as tenderly as a sleeping potion on parted lips.
All she could remember was a hammock,
between two enormous fingers
and rocked with an infinite patience;
then a calm feeling of being towered over,
if by high trees, between which she felt raised up
and removed from sight; and finally a nothingness,
which in some incomprehensible way had a
content: All these were transitory images
of suggestion and imagination in which
her longing had found solace. Truly, a light dawns,
the longer it lasts. For what she once
imagined seemed to be in almost everything
that was standing around her, calm and enduring,
often as she dispatched a glance to look.
What she imagined soundlessly entered the
world. But she was no longer alone: these were
changes that distinguished fulfillment from
presentiment, and they were changes
in favor of earthly naturalness.
2River View, 1_3 (Spring 1997)