Take Heart: A Conversation in Poetry: The Crossing
Edited and introduced by Wesley McNair, Maine Poet Laureate
Here's a poem to honor fathers and the life-long influence they have on us. In the piece, the late David Walker of Freedom, Maine, writes of his attempt to reach his father, visible yet always in the distance.
The Crossing by David Walker
At the far edge of the field, just in the shade, my father waves; the heat cuts us in two as I walk towards him. The stubble bleeds yellow, then nearly white; it crunches like snow.Into the sun I stride, erect in my cause and body straining towards the other side. Hands on his hips, my father watches me cross calmly. I am revolved in the season’s eye.The sun leans in the distance, drawing a cloak of pines slowly over its head; and still he is waiting. Every year that I walk his smile grows nearer. And I begin to smile.
Take Heart: A Conversation in Poetry is produced in collaboration with the Maine Writers & Publishers Alliance. Poem copyright © 1976 by the Rector and Visitors of the University of Virginia. Reprinted from Moving Out, University Press of Virginia, 1976, by permission of Rector and Visitors of the University of Virginia. Questions about submitting to Take Heart may be directed to David Turner, Special Assistant to the Maine Poet Laureate, at 207-228-8263 or email@example.com.