Cassiopeia

I wait
like my
grand
mother

on the
steamship
between
Romania

and
Ellis Island
The in-
between

before
arriving.
Boredom —
the not

knowing for
what one is
waiting.
My grand

mother is
writing letters
to her father,
“ There is nothing

but the
flat sea,
like the
flat line

on a map
that leads
back
to you.”

At night
we walk
the decks
together,

traveling
in-between
depart-
ure and

destination.
We lean
on the railing
watch

the silver
blue wake
of the ship.
She’s been

dead so long now…

She cups
my face
in her
hands

We say
very little.
She points
to the

night sky,
and says softly

“ Cassiopeia, how beautiful.”

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One thought on “Cassiopeia

  1. This sounds like something more personal, something that you are waiting for. but for me this gives a beautiful image of my ancestors crossing those waters, of leaving everything they knew and headed into the unknow, waiting. thank you for this imagery.

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