Postcard 9

Navigating the transition
From images to words
Is easier on some days
The switch occurs so quickly
   one moment the eyes are closed
   an eyeblink later, they open
   and words begin to collect
   grains of sand filling the hourglass
But other times
The crossing of the frontier
Is longer and harder
Each step forward seems
To make no progress
Leftover tableaus snag
Against my face, but
Melt as I try to grab them
I am left with a sense of unease and
A fear I have lost something important