Om by Miranda Proctor
The snap of the bottle opener popping off the cap
like the crack of a wooden bat followed
by the crowd’s carbonated cheers.
Cold rain rapping and tapping
against a corroded tin roof
like shattered glass bouncing across marble floors.
Empty static echoing within itself
before the needle on a record scratches the first note
Like a flame whispering against cave walls.
The lounging stretch of a fresh book spine,
Stories straining against binds
like a sprouting flower striking through soil.
The whisper of Fire roasted palm leaves sighing against each other,
The Earth’s equivalent to Water’s crests crashing on sand, or
like Air’s clouds shivering against the sky.
So the poem featured above conveys my interpretation of “the sounds of the universe,” which is one of om’s many meanings, as a blend of contradictory and paradoxical sounds that evoke images and strike a cord within us. Paralleling familiar sounds with sounds we may have never been introduced to serves as a cold splash of water, awakening the senses. I feel like that is what the universe sounds like—the moment the known meets the unknown.
The park where this shoot took place inspired this poem. It had been quite a windy day and I was working among the dry palm leaves that you can see in some of the pictures. Although the park was right alongside a busy street, all I could hear were the palm leaves whispering against each other. I was immersed in a world within a world—nature within urban.
The simple, boho look featured wasn’t complete until I had added the floppy hat. Floppy hats have become my latest obsession and are ideal for transitioning into fall. There’s an air of mystery behind a girl that wears a floppy hat, and what’s better to compliment the sounds of the universe than a little mystery?
Thanks for reading,
Zara top and skirt