Poetry
Siegel, Joan I.
Joan I. Siegel Arctic Tern At a certain moment he lifts himself into the air and rows under the stars like a tiny boat the ocean could break in two. He doesn't look back or wonder about...
...He doesn't look back or wonder about God or death or whether or not he has a soul but carries himself forward day after night night after day halfway around the earth still holding to a certain place a certain hour of light...
Vol. 121 • December 1994 • No. 21
