There's a certain morning heat
that blanks the sky
and renders even close distance
The way falls to generalities —
What is here below. What is there ahead.
The lulling safety of a well-rehearsed motion.
When at last you open the door,
the heat —
which somehow you forgot,
but hasn't forgotten you,
has been waiting for you,
cocoons you in welcome, makes you
instantly his own.
Will you forget everything?