At the Zenith, Bryce Canyon

By Terresa Wellborn

I left my camera unclicked,
meant to capture the cliffs,
the vermilion-breath hoodoos,
the mountain light split between
seeing and wanting
wanting and being
and at my feet a flower,
its silk pleats open-mouthed,

About Terresa Wellborn

Terresa Wellborn has been published in BYU Studies, Dialogue, and several anthologies including Fire in the Pasture, Monsters and Mormons, and Dove Song: Heavenly Mother in Mormon Poetry. She has a BA degree in English Literature and a MLIS degree in Library and Information Science. Her joys include her four children, books, and chocolate babka. She reads faster than she hikes, runs faster than she writes, and has often been mistaken for Miss Frizzle. When not on a mountaintop, she prefers to dwell in possibility.

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