I stand on the shore of Long Island Sound,
east, my parents say, you can see Europe.
Somewhere between Madrid and Barcelona
my tongue touched the Castilian c,
the French r has to do with air
slipped behind a glottal stop
not quite stopped,
Russian consonants crash—
time lifts at the fault lines,
splits the ground we knew,
impassible: walk through.
Poems by faculty member Eleanor Wilner and alumna Jayne Benjulian (poetry, ’13) appear in the June issue of Spillway.
Eleanor’s poem is “Tracking” and Jayne’s poem is “Fault Lines”