Waiting

Wilma Worwa was born Wodja, and she had a twin brother named Wodju, who died as a babe. Wodja (Polish for Wilma) met her future husband in the small coal towns of Appalachian Ohio, and his name was Wodju (Walter) too.  They were married for almost 60 years. Wilma, who has been blind her entire adult life, and she’s 92 now, waits until she can see my grandfather again. 

Here is the journey

Here is the journey:

 Eyes open

feet land outside

your mother’s front door

going through the spaces where

everything falls

in place.

Shades of grey

now a dream within a dream

the time between morning and day,

evening and night.

Your eyes again, blind

off moisture, prisms and stars

fractured in the atmosphere and

glittering, like so many beads

on the dew dropped spider’s web.

Misty haze of humidity-

squinting vision from stinging wind.

Hands grope to find the

well- worn treads of others

so your feet may finally

touch the soil

where the never ending

glow of glorious home is

from which you started anyway.