over the sill and into the next room.
I didn’t at first recognize my assailant I thought it a villain
intent on my early demise not yet old enough for the grave yet not so young as to go the way of the gone. But I find it otherwise as I sit
gathering my sight in this dimly lit space. Just there by the doorway I left long ago
the light of day increases like the switch cast on a dimmer toggle
my life, full and richly buffet’d, I can choose to choose.