I thought I was growing wings— <br />it was a cocoon. <br /> <br />I thought, now is the time to step <br />into the fire— <br />it was deep water. <br /> <br />Eschatology is a word I learned <br />as a child: the study of Last Things; <br /> <br />facing my mirror—no longer young, <br /> the news—always of death, <br /> the dogs—rising from sleep and clamoring <br /> and howling, howling, <br /> <br />nevertheless <br />I see for a moment <br />that's not it: it is <br />the First Things. <br /> <br />Word after word <br />floats through the glass. <br />Towards me. <br /> <br /> <br />Submitted by Gnute<br /><br />Denise Levertov<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/seeing-for-a-moment/
