A body possessed, a sweating recliner. A storm hangs on the horizon, and a hiding place to tempt escape. The air breathes hot and cold. The image, unstable.

In “a year unlike any other in living memory,” The New York Times invited me to respond to a poem by Kamilah Aisha Moon, culminating in the feature America 2020, In Vision and Verse which paired five photographers and poets in conversation. The intense resonance of her poem Storm spoke to a restlessness that conjured in me, a sleepwalker in search of relief from a confusing reality resembling a fever dream.