The sky opened, large as
a doorway to rooms
where unborn gods
were conceived in
passionate maelstroms,
rivers of gravity,
of white-hot fish
chasing concentric stars
—themselves stars.

From a window
slid open on the horizon,
we felt small
peering into the
secret darkness,
where sacred time
spun faster,
a flame ignited
like steel-wool aflame
and spun on a string
held by an excited child,
—ourselves excited children.

June 10th, 2021