Piece by piece I seem
to re-enter the world:
 
I first began a small, fixed dot, still see
that old myself, a dark blue thumbtack
 
—Adrienne Rich, "Necessities of Life" 

Walk slowly now.
It doesn't matter if you miss
the train, it doesn't matter
if you miss all the trains.

—Malena Mörling, "On Seventh Avenue South"

Look out our astounding
clear windows before evening.
It is almost as if
the world were blue
with some lubricant,
it shines so.

—Denis Johnson, "Looking Out the Window Poem"