Cherie Peters, Copper Silence
Cherie Peters, Copper Silence
Encaustic, collage, found objects, 8” x 10.5” x 2.5”
Continue your present conversation for some valuable light
By Julia Talen
Maybe the light comes from between the ash leaves.
Perhaps off the surface of bear creek.
Is it sour? Sweet? You could write me someday,
and I hope you will. Bring the light in from the windowsill, stretch the webs of your crinkled hands,
and listen to the conversation your bones and muscles make between our breath. Hush, hum.
Some
conversation beckons, some is
timid. Fluorescent. Candle. Remember when
we crossed the stream in our tennis shoes, soaked our toes, told secrets into each other’s folds. Remember the cold, the fallen branches. Gone secrets. Bright red,
soft orange. The color of my
love for you. Spliced. May this continue
into the miles our letters tumble
through, into the miles
of cells that make
a hand, holding another
hand. Touching indexes.
I hope you write me.
I hope you notice the language that passes
between bodies, in the brook.
I hope you remember the star-mucked stream we lit beside.