The Mirror
Naomi Tercero
Descended from the second city
the etching remains unnamed
suspended
and regarded
as a jewel among
tarnished things.
A portal through.
The same silver metal
cuffed tight
against my wrist,
holding me.
Tethered to that place,
maybe forever
stopping me still.
Entranced by reflected sunsets
tangled in my hair,
rippled against my body.
I think it tells the truth.
If not the truth, then surely my own version of it.
Poetry – The Mirror
Naomi Tercero
Naomi Tercero writes to remember, to imagine, and to make sense of what lingers. She is a student of Journalism and Media at New Mexico State University in Las Cruces, where she explores poetry, creative nonfiction, short fiction, and journalism. Her work has been featured on KRUX radio’s blog and in many local community writing showcases.