DAWN ON SEVENTH AVENUE
There is a moment of quiet stillness
Right before sunrise, before light;
When a clammy breeze passes
And nothing moves, nothing stirs.
My pristine gown clings in the humidity
Like translucent second skin.
I awaken, not knowing if it is evening...
See my reflection
In the haze of this smoky cracked mirror:
This is all I have ever been,
And all I will never be.
© 2004 Marjorie Levine, in "Naked Amnesiac"