Chapel in Winter, Jenny Brum
In maps, I look for you,
In myth, in frames, but mirrors—
I can watch you quietly, a subtle
glance, then wayward fall against
The gravity of spine, the trail of
bones that builds your back
That twist and pull, the tides of water
rolling endless under bridges—
The suspension pulling cables into
latticeworks of song.
I can watch your neck, a steeple
spiring white above those waters
In a willowy sway, astray:
a turret that hovers in cloud.
But to know you bone and sinew
forming bridges unto steeples—
There is no truss I would not climb
to see where you begin.
About the Artist
Jenny Brum, Wheaton College
Jenny Brum was raised in Los Angeles. She is currently a theatre and dance studies major at Wheaton College in Massachusetts.