Ellis Island Prayer
She dreams of the curious
gaze from another’s eyes.
The slow nasal drawl
of a foreign tongue – hard
pressed to pronounce a name
that sprouts from bloodied
tree roots of a distant soil.
Each minute screams eternity
in her solitary hours, a stasis
between the teeming portal
to a new world sanctuary
& a glass plate view from a
brownstone tenement window.
©️Orion Foote, 2022
Visions of Orion Poetry 