Hive

Hive

Kira Moolman

And what if the silence of eternity
is not silent
but filled with the chatter of
the scriptorium
reading out loud, forwards and
backwards and forwards again to find the spaces
smote and stricken and smitten as are struck, searching
for syntax in sentences that bleed together without breath break fracture crack
hunched figures muttering with aching back after aching back, humming
litanies of sacred words, the thrum of reading aloud as they space
out the same story, scrawl out the same script, eyes peering
down in crinkled wonder and ears pricked for sound of thunder
in this room containing the containing words
as busy as a hive
and no less quiet for the
holiness of its work.

You wonder
as you dip your spoon to scoop out
the honey that descends into your cup
only to be raised to your lips and licked clean.
Yes, you realize,
eternity is sticky
and sweet
and lingering
and this
is what it tastes like.

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Kira Moolman
Poet & Theologian

Kira is a PhD candidate working on the theology of death in children's literature. Her poetry was previously published by The Antigonish Review.

Photography by Aedrian