Somewhat to my surprise I have two poems not far from completion. In the meantime, this one has bobbed up for a partial re-write.

MUTATIS MUTANDIS

There is an understanding that,
if the stars are yellow and the moon
is wrapped in a milky caul, then dreams

will pass through the muslin veil
that hangs between this carbon world
and the world beyond. At such times

the longed-for wings unfurl, the water
turns to wine and, whichever way you turn,
your lover will be coming through the door.