KA Rees #20 - In medias res

In medias res

                     not like they had ended—they were

still travelling

                        gravel

was in her hair & notes of a song     hung     in the breach

between then & now

the sound of a diamond caught in breath 

liquid in the air, bugs twigs larvae

a fizzing twist of prosecco twirling for the surface

the hiss of steam and hot steel 

fingers prying loose

someone’s history.