The powers for the word are God, and the scientia [desire] or the magnetic attraction is the beginning of nature. Jacob Böhme
1. Sunny meadow stays a sight until bees’ alchemy transforms its essence into this honey on my tongue, the necessary grammar a hierarchy of hexagons fixed to hold the translation. when the sweet is drained the empty frame is melted, poured, and speaks yet again in light, when burned. “Once have I spoken, twice have I heard,” 2. Dear—I write to tell of Desire which pulls like a magnet, the closer the want the stronger the pull until no pull but makes a satisfying click. I fold inside my missive and seal it with beeswax, poured on the line of the envelope, this letter which spells desire and lack.
Episcopal Chaplain at Harvard, Rita Powell earned an MFA in poetry to explore the future of Christianity by innovative engagement with land, ritual, and the church's legacy of slavery. Massachusetts, South Dakota, and Taizé, France have been her homes.