Geode

Geode

Lory Widmer Hess

In a crusted curve
lined with light,
attentive stones
focus on the core.
There, a larger crystal
rises, points to empty space,
and states: I am.
The audience twinkles.
Radiating inward
they breathe the secret.

So long as I only speak
in clumsy, surface language,
rough, ugly rocks
rolling around
crashing and banging together,
I can’t hear the hidden word.

Stop rolling, stop banging.
Stand still and allow
the knife to sever cleanly.
See another surface,
this one transparent.
Be the crystal.
Be the space.

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Lory Widmer Hess
Poet & Writer

Lory is an American currently living with her family in Switzerland. For the past ten years she has worked with adults with developmental disabilities, who have been her most transformative teachers. Her writing has been published in Parabola, Red Letter Christians, Kosmos Quarterly, Untold Volumes, Braided Way, and other print and online publications. She blogs about life, language, and literature at enterenchanted.com

Photography by Onni Anttoora