"Thinking About It."
"Will it be sudden then?
Suddenly, oh, so sudden.
Will it be large and dark and sudden?
Will nothing suddenly stop it?
A summer can seem endless, but more of a sudden end.
The winter was so long, there was nothing sudden about it
except the times you fell.
Suddenly, the phone rang and a flower opened.
It had never even appeared before.
It occurred to me, everything is sudden.
Soon it will be night.
And then tomorrow, the night will suddenly seem hazily gone.
Even so, where there was pain, I found an egg."