"Christina's World" by Andrew Wyeth
poem submitted to "1472" poetry contest, Brian Strand, sponsor, 5/13/2026
Christina pauses in the grass, letting the wind cool her skin, and thinks, I remember running here… I remember the strength I had. The house rises ahead, familiar as her own pulse, and she tells herself, every board, every window still knows my name. Her arms brace the earth, and she thinks, if I can’t walk home, I can still reach for it, even as her legs lie quiet beneath her. And in the captured stillness, I see the truth Wyeth painted: strength is not always standing~ sometimes it is the fragile body turning its face toward home and choosing, again, to try.
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