Samantha Terrell

Making Tangible Intangible, Again

Embodied in intangible
Drifts and gurgling white-caps
Appearing solid,
Terror is all foam and
Air – only holds the power
We endow it with,
Giving it body and breadth.

Push, terror from
Riverbanks.
Throw it off cliffs.
Ask the universe to
Claim it from you.
 

Light Seekers

We frame up our idols’ idols –
Rub of charcoal on paper,
Chiaroscuro enlightened by
Lightened darkness.

Idols always fail us.

We look to them anyway.
Somehow hoping the dark won’t
Overtake us, even as we
Shift so far from the light.

Pile on the charcoal to
Bring the flame.