In the Third Sleep

by Catherine Graham

(after Kay Sage)

 

Some say the invisible is mechanical.

What can’t see sees you.

 

In this landscape—shadows.

There must be a sun.

 

An aircraft labyrinth—

what looks like a track—

 

slides as in a dream.

Nothing inside spun canvas

 

has a heartbeat. And when

I anger to what’s missing

 

the white sails stiffen.

This is my self-portrait.

 

I exert what I am into air.