already i have a preferred way into the place
not so much a doorway
a time of day
early
before shuffling and chatting arrive
the air hangs heavily all around
reposed through another night
i am first to agitate the dust
corners felt
tenuous groping
steps reveal a slumbering inside cavern
there i stand
alone
the space of this risky vocation
i
and dust
and twenty score of empty stations
all of it cloaked in some obscurity
tucked beyond reach
hidden in a still not-yet dawn
except
that curious corona
casting its gleam all about
like some great electric eye
someone has let him be
(again)
illumination
adjustment
i can see
o thank God
