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"Winter (An Elegy)" by Chaim Wachsberger

Winter

is a season of ice,

and I am not       stable,             unstable,

                 maybe

          never                        always

          was,

 

      for long,             at times,

 

      like a personality made of

      ice floes

      on the Hudson,

      hard sheets

      whose edges

      jag each other, a wonder

      they do not

      bleed.

 

      One can manage them

      steering upright

      an ice floe

      or several at a time,

              guiding

      downstream

      white barges.

 

      There is nothing to say.

      She died

      the other day.

      All summer long and half

      an autumn,

      age bivouacked

      along the river,

      waiting for its win. Sky lidded

      the water

      and mirrored

      clouds

      like puffs

      of cannon.

 

      A loss is a loss, that in

      advanced age

      has its auxiliary reliefs.

      It’s not what you lost

      now,

      but what you lost of

      always.

Chaim Wachsberger

Chaim Wachsberger is a student at the MFA program in Queens College, New York, focusing on writing poetry. Prior to joining the program, he had practiced law in New York for several decades. He lives in Manhattan with his wife. His children are sometimes in New York, but usually elsewhere.

 

 

Chaim Wachsberger