The Windsor Report, 10/18/04

The toppling wakes me
from sleep, that sweet retreat
to denial, the state that makes it
easier to dismiss destruction. Open eyes
collect dust, allow the beams in
near the iris, adjust the view
dramatically. When pretenses come down,
everything’s a window
for catastrophic collapse
but also Light.
Look, you can see
the sun just to the right
of the wrecking ball.