Credo
- Mar 12, 2021
- 1 min read
by Jaclyn Garver
I don’t believe in signs or fate or angels or ghosts but once,
I studied a painting to see if I could part the chimney smoke curtain by the feather duster pine in the southeast corner of Florence and find a love letter from Thomas’s brushstroke to my collarbone but once,
I studied a love letter to see if I could word-scramble its laced traces of pencil lead and R.’s alphabet to solve a promise that one day, he’d leave a song for me there at the bottom of the stairs but once,
I studied a song to see if I could translate the honeyed yearn of John’s brief vibrato and uncover a veiled key, that he’d heard my tear and transcribed its tune so I wouldn’t feel so alone
tonight but once,
Jaclyn Garver is a freelance writer and editor from Fort Wayne, Indiana. Her poetry has appeared in Poets Reading the News, Narrow Road, the Superstition Review blog, and Prometheus Dreaming. She has also written book reviews for The Literary Review, Poetry International Online (forthcoming), and Green Mountains Review (forthcoming).
