Once, poem by Dr. Melanie May Bloodgood 1976

One moment, once,
in a sun-buzzed room
all the views were delightful.
I and Time were a great balloon
in touch with the walls about us.
Then as if someone had been excused
from a chambered violin's play,
sound abruptly fountained up,
more abrupt yet was snipped away.
Suddenly, too, a light shaft,
crazy as an accident,
rushed down its silk in a slanted stream
to live and breathe on my white sheets
in a pool of moired patterns.
Hands to the birth of a secret universe
I was once one day.