and the word was

and the word was

Terri Muus

1            light shimmering

between curtains, mother’s
salt, my

2            a single
note and the symphony—
swell of treble
into bronze,

the lost sun-streaked
hour, staccato-punched
sky by five.

3            smoke and no
name, smeared
pencil on graphed
paper, mouth strung
with gray pearls, bulging pockets—

secrets, dry
taste of letter-less envelope
on “sweet sixteen.”

4            unzipped carbon
nanotubes, the union
of atoms,
the space after
exhale, light

particles and waves
in ordered
chaos of the universe
by thirty-one.

5            Now—

you are
ocean-side waves beating
tilde of sand,

gold tenderness.

© Terri Muuss
originally published in “The Journal of Feminist Studies in Religion”


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