By Stan Galloway
as I walk. A strange thing –Seán Hewitt
Little man, or like it,
old as the man who lay near Croghan Hill
while earth spun round the sun like a child’s toy
no higher than my shoe is long,
mischief-maker among the feet
of daily passersby
alchemized to iron
like an unwary Icelandic troll
caught by spears of sunlight
cutting through the headstones
now removed and cobbled over:
webs of time catch
road dust, dried leaves, and Gaelic curses
between the triangulation of ears,
shoes passing unmolested.
Hewitt, Seán. “Adoration.” Tongues of Fire. Cape Poetry, 2020. 47-49.
Stan Galloway writes from the hills of West Virginia. He has taught college-level writing and literature for more than 40 years. He is the author/editor of 9 collections, including ‘Endlessly Rocking’ (Unbound Content, 2019), a tribute to Walt Whitman. He is the founder and host of Pier-Glass Poetry.
