Postcards From Here to There

 

Madonna Della Strada's Echo

for Sarah Jenkins

She was meant to be seen, but not

Now – hidden within campus, beside

Blind waters, boulders, few boaters from far

Away harbors.  The Drive was to come

Across her edifice, she was to face

Thousands of men everyday and chime

Despite their blazing by, despite their rage

And soundproof barriers they caged

Themselves within.  That road never came.

So she gazes upon the lake,

Sings thanks unto its surface and hears

Her sole voice bounce back in refrain.

Postcards From Here to There

THE SCIENCE OF SWIMMING

For Christine Pacyk

Leaping from loved land, taken

long for granted, you enter the surf

like air with arms spread wing-

span, breath held momentarily,

soon to flutter kick and soar

through turbulent currents.  Feathers

were never needed to feel

like this before, slick, flying.