Night Breeze

Unexpectedly the windows open

Wide during the night. The rectangle

Swallows the bedroom, it’s a different night where

Life turns inside out like a glove. A veined hand

Emerges, leaf of a negative

Hope on the phantom wall

Pointing towards what? The cliff of a lake

Sea-snows, lunar suns. A rough but tender

Tongue darts from it, paying no attention

To the guard rails of speech.

Come unstuck, drawings, framed mirrors

The scribblings of the world

Slip from the walls docile and unafraid

Their fibers will be ripped.

A lamp gleams its star’s hope in their wake

The sheets knot themselves for an escape

Exchange close body heat

For the sweet cold freedom of clouds.