Swimming Steel

Swimming Steel
stealing swims

blue or grey
a salve on skin
her soft wet fabric
holds me high
suspended here
above the deep hole

where once men
worked and
once men died

for ballast weight
and roadways
fit
for commerce and shoed livery

themselves now buried
all
brave men
strong horses
crooked cobbled paths

while I float in my own time
refreshing my spirit
with their legacy

(WG 8-8-03)

Ann-Patrice Hickey