Today’s poem comes to us from Britt Kaufmann. Britt is a poet and playwright living in the Appalachian Mountains of Western North Carolina who loves nothing better than curling up under a fuzzy blanket with a good sci-fi novel or listening to one on audiobook while weeding in her garden.
Like a dog smells time,
the web untangles what we’ve
only ever dreamed:
to have seen such a heavenly body—
beyond milky—
her dark veil lifted,
the red shift drifted to the floor,
forgotten,
unspun into mystery.