Seeing For A Moment by Denise Levertov
I thought I was growing wingsâ€”
it was a cocoon.
I thought, now is the time to step
into the fireâ€”
it was deep water.
Eschatology is a word I learned
as a child: the study of Last Things;
facing my mirrorâ€”no longer young,
the newsâ€”always of death,
the dogsâ€”rising from sleep and clamoring
and howling, howling,
I see for a moment
that's not it: it is
the First Things.
Word after word
floats through the glass.