Teresa’s Vision – a poem by Cynthia Sowers

IV.             Teresa’s Vision
 from 'Saints' Tales: Dialogues in Solitude'

There was really nothing:
A nothing described,
In so many words,
As a smooth space, 
Featureless, bland,
So you would know;
A smooth space – 
In a manner of speaking –
The present and evasive wall
Approached by a hand.
 
Because there was nothing to see,
I returned to the primitive sense:
Lifted, extended,
A greeting –
The magical figure
Turned at that very moment,
Without alteration,
To a gesture of grief:
Symmetrical always; 
Speechless.
 
But you, ardent and willful Teresa,
Shouted “Look at me!”
You, O passionate Teresa,
Saw.

Cynthia Sowers was a Senior Lecturer at the Residential College of the University of Michigan until retirement in 2019. Five of her poems were published in the inaugural issue of the Solum Journal (Fall 2020). https://cynthiasowers.rc.lsa.umich.edu/