"I thought I was growing wings — it was a cocoon.

I thought, now is the time to step
into the fire — it was deep water.

Eschatology is a word I learned
as a child: the study of Last Things;

facing my mirror — no longer young,
the news — always of death,
the dogs — rising from sleep and clamoring
and howling, howling....

("Seeing For a Moment")"

For already, sometime, I have been a boy and a girl, a shrub, a bird, and a silent fish in the sea.