Something You Haven’t Seen

Before isn’t enough.
Any encounter needs
To be, at least briefly,

Estranging, pleasantly
Or unpleasantly, whoosh,
A wave of transient

Amnesia, a fugue state,
A moment in the light
In which the furnishings

Of mundane perception
Were surreptitiously
Rearranged. Confusion.

Is this art? Is this real?
Is this unnatural?
It passes. It will pass.

The train leaves the station.
The nude leaves the staircase.
Five minutes of silence.