Family Secret
Too many cracks precede
the spectacular breaking. Each
story begins in a different dark-
ness. And light: think how it catches
on any surface (pane or
hinge or keyhole) and
out of night (out of nothing),
all at once: a window,
a door. It’s a metaphor
(and then it isn’t), darkness.
When I dream again
it’s the old kitchen—I
open the oven and sound,
like ropes of heat, drifts
out; a shimmering. Familiar
and confusing. Uncanny,
and then unmistakable: our
voices, recorded. Playback
and loop, now—every aching
word we whispered here.
Copyright © 2023 by Nancy Kuhl. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on December 12, 2023, by the Academy of American Poets.
“I’m fascinated by the ways in which secrets are kept and revealed in families, how sometimes what can’t be acknowledged doesn’t drop out of sight so much as it becomes ambient, atmospheric. Coming to recognize the truth, then, is like a trick the eye plays: suddenly it is possible to see what was always there, unrecognized, and the world becomes newly tangible and remarkably uncertain at once, charged with the ordinary strangeness of a dream.”
—Nancy Kuhl
Nancy Kuhl
