“At this time, in a shared answerless, my life and writing, I drench in uncertainty. When I can, I trust the constant as process (even though the pace at which I move and the pace at which I am forced to move are at odds). All these dreams of teeth, fountains, reflecting pools . . .  All I know is the attempt. In the mirror, I make an audience, and an audience finds me. The mirror, the place of rehearsal. ‘us girls’ is an attempt at self-portraiture, which is an attempt to know, and a constant site of improvisation, the rehearsal of self-image made practice eternal, keeping time with the shadow. Embodied Sacred and Sisters of the Choir. An attempt at a chord. Semitones grate between harmony. I show them quietly and say, ‘That isn’t me,’ but point again to the troubled water, the sap-drunk bees, the ecstatic shadow, and exclaim—‘But this one! That is who I am!’ So as to reconcile a questioning image, my slow journey to who I know, I offer this poem. The photograph, what it can speak to, but cannot tell, which is to say Wind, which is to say Sacred. And to see in it! Not consumed, not captured. How to be seen: witnessed in the self-possession I invite you to and hope to find an invitation to punctum.”
—S*an D. Henry-Smith