More Poetry Outtakes

Waking

After a night
of shifting in his doze,
like a pupa
encased in winding sheets,
he slowly realizes
ruddiness, translucence,
the lids of eyes.

The empty immensity of sleep
collapses to a pause, is over.

A window appears,
framing a toy city,
its tiny lights
floating in a pearl aura,
till the sun ignites the rooftops,
the day inflates,
and he remembers what he is.

He rises, feeling cleansed,
as after a warm rain.