Erika Michael

my grandfather the watchmaker came
and went

These eyes, like his,
the dichroic color of blue marbles,
have witnessed razor wire 
in pines. And
bracken, in which all this
can be read 
or discounted,
will show
the nurse log begets Gentian among cabbage. 
As I dig 
for tracks in that wood
these ruminations
on appearing and leave-taking are
sprung with the clocked accuracy of
a stroke at midnight.