make you great.
The stones greet you in mosaics on the hillocks.
They seem to face me so that we can speak each to the other.
The wind breathes inconsequentially over the grass.
But it is your voice temperate with original breath
that I can almost hear it amidst the false speech of this
Between the wars we were lost to each other,
but now there is a transformation— a consolation.
What voice would you bring into the 21st century
now that we are of the same age—
mine and yours bound together by thistle?
May 27, 2008, West Roxbury, Massachusetts
Marc Widershien has recently published work
in Poesis, the new renaissance, and The Endicott Review. His
most recent book, Poems of Survival has been published by
Poplar Editions. He now makes his home in Maine.