- Toward the end, she cries out
- I am not ready! Not yet. Now now
- But the vessel has already taken shape
- and only makes sense
- in a state of containmentfilling,
- welling up, overflowing or spilling.
- Daylight lowers her eyelids,
- so he draws the blind. Later, she takes
- to waking at night, to darkness
- and disorientation
- Where am I! What time is it?
- Is there anybody there?
- Now the nightlight must hold its
- this globe, this filament,
- this illuminated shade with its tenuous
- a patient monitor and a small moth
- circling the glow, hovering over the
- as it completes each circuit.