An excerpt from Ms. Kayati's book of poems:
Scientists speculate in the space
beside the whiskering silence of stars,
dark matter resides, feathery and full
of itself. There but not there,
immeasurable and naked.
A view of nothing and everything
familiar, like the shock
of an unexpected mirror.
As night stirs itself into day,
this black canvas brightens
with the exploded light of billion year travel.
A dandelion sun spills its own
color onto this exquisite horizon
and we rise, knowing
that no matter, dark or otherwise,
can hold a reflection