Photo by Ron Pierce
This poem by Isabel Young ’17 was published in the Fall 2015 edition of Live Poets Society of New Jersey. Congratulations, Issi!
Hold Her Hand
1
That uneven terrain,
the grounds of swollen veins
like the roots of an elderly oak
on a family-owned farm,
with a sun-kissed surface
shriveling into
senescence.
2
The warm embrace
of the ancient agriculture
he claims the hold-
only after wiping gently,
with young hands
each crystalline raindrop
from her cheek.
3
Her hands were preparing
to rejoin with the earth,
her roots intertwining
with the surrounding
He chose to bury her beside
a blossoming sapling
and each time he touches the young tree,
he feels he is holding her hand