May 10, 2020

She walked across my hill 

As stately

As the Queen had done across her Palace gardens—

Pausing among the rising grasses

Her head lit by the western sun

And I wondered if she were a messenger

from my husband or even 

on this Mother’s Day night 

from my mother…

But entirely grateful

For this emissary from 

Our blue-green world 

For this moment of wonder