She steps out suddenly, wrapped in the wind,
in plain sight, as if in relief,
while now the living room, like a cut-out
behind her, fills the doorway darkly, like the ground of a cameo
shimmering around the edges;
and you realize it wasn’ t evening
before she stepped out to lay her hands on the railing
almost weightless, as if
to reach from the terrace to the sky,
and drift away from all things.