Saturday, May 6, 2017

In Częstochowa

To Grazinka

 

Once upon a time

When the river Warta

Ran through Częstochowa


a woman stood on her toes

alone in a big room

arranging medical supplies.


There are things we remember from childhood—

a picture of a Scotch Terrier

a yellow-haired girl, sweeping


or a photograph: a toddler pulling a violin

from of a tin can—more real than what “actually happened.”

So, reaching above the machine,


silence was her piano. She, rising, falling

between moon and undertow, turning

in her banks, over rocks—


Listen you—

You in the powder blue—

Cinderella, laughing,


bringing the waters of the Warta

here intact from Częstochowa:

It's you! It's you! Dei gratia nova!

 

© 2003, 2017 Dan Goorevitch

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