Fingers wrapped—hand in hand—
like double helixes winding,
DNA strands, codon rings
emanating,
here’s the key to your dreams.
Patience settles
inspiration flows
to what anticipation already knows.
[Because the muse
doesn’t wait—
she expands,
creates,
shapes pictures in the dark
and molds silence into gifts.
And wrath—
is not a sin
when it flows with truth
wading the rough waters
for what desire remembers
before it was taught to behave]
And while the James Webb Space Telescope
searches for the beginning of time,
I already know what’s mine.
I don’t need a lens
to believe
I see stardust in your eyes.
