in medias res

playing
sitars,
under
Sirius,
the Dog Star
surrounded
by silverfish,
silent
silversides,
in quiet we
give ear,
auscultate
then eye,
the aureola
which slides back
like
a sunbird
sings
an aurora,
green dawn,
lamp-
dancing
as heaven
beckons
your light
to arise
into the midst
of things
we are
born
questioning
a love
like smoke
that can
not conceal
itself in
the open
air
or under the
stars