Some nights I am seized by a panic.
A fear pushing out of my chest
Like a glistening flower. And I want to hide;
To bury my face in the soft legs
Of my wife, or faint in her kiss.
Out of this hole in my side,
I am leaving
Behind a trail of my days.
And everything I touch with my hands
Breaks into flames.
And I feel inside me this falling;
Terrified, afraid to let go.
When to open my eyes is a shout.
And I hold my voice like a gun
In the dark and wait.
On these nights I sleep so deeply,
And dream of leaping over trees and houses.
Stunning dreams in which my mind,
Intense and powerful, by thought alone
Can move solid objects.