On Nicholas of Cusa’s Mission to Florence, Interrupted by His Sudden Death by Theresa Moritz They rattle around ill-assorted beads strung on my surprise, found and lost in my choosing, as if an oddity shared more with another oddity than it did with what it was the darkened mirror of. Sometimes I think an afternoon will offer itself for taking them, each for its own sake, from the string: Aquinas’ hand his sister loved, the black death of the Black Prince’s maiden wife, the artificial myrrh that survived Bernard’s unearthing, Nicholas of Cusa’s Italian itinerary. If we only knew, they are the proof. They are the salted drops that seep through the seals of the past an ocean they burn the eyes they are a trickle that may lift the body up to ride for a long time on its liquid origins.
Theresa Moritz is a poet and author who has not yet published a book. Her poems and stories have appeared in The Dalhousie Review, The Queen's Quarterly, The Iowa Review, Capilano Review, The Windsor Review, The Prairie Journal, Prism International, Canadian Literature, The Antigonish Review. She is now circulating a book of poems, In the Care of This Good Mother, and a book of linked short fictions, A Gift and a Baby Crying.
