Stone or Air
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8/1/2025 for Killick Poetry Contest sponsored by Craig Cornish
Old friend, so comfortable in your chair
(steadfast and anchored, safe in your harbor,
hear me before deciding I am daft.
I fear I am no longer of this earth,
having become unmoored in time and space.
No one sees me. I am invisible,
drifting, and awaiting another storm.
I will accept your judgment, ever sound.
I've never set foot in New York City,
where my great grandpa made wooden horses,
and where my great grandson graduated
from the Columbia Space Academy.
Yet can't you see the Hudson in my face,
and Northwest Passage in my frenzied eyes.
Am I not Henry Hudson's wand'ring ghost?)
please tell me, is my killick stone or air?
Copyright © David Crandall | Year Posted 2025
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