Tom Sleigh

(Texas / United States)

A Visit - Poem by Tom Sleigh

What she is waiting for never arrives
or arrives so slowly she can't see it:
Like the river
bluing silver

and wearing minutely deeper into its channel,
the flow hardens to carved stone as she fidgets
beneath the whirling fan
impatient for the train

that rocks us above the water to arrive:
Her sisters and brothers gone, she ventures alone
through sunlight
and moonlight

weaving shadowy faces across the peeling walls...
—Speeding toward her, is it you and me she spies
in the trembling train
windows while the engine

hauls us down rails that swerve under wheels
rolling through her brain? Faces burn
through dirty glass,
smears of lips and eyes

dissolve to spots of darkness swarming between
her eyes so that swaying apartment towers
crumble as her nostrils
prickle from the landfill's

ammonia that hangs above the stacked, crushed cars.
The rails that take us to her pass boxcar after boxcar
like the successive selves we are
as she dreams us coming closer,

switching track to track: Now the super unbolts
her door as she calls: "Oh is it really you?"
—the wheel's rolling
through her head bringing

us face to face with raveled bandages, crutches
leaned in dusty corners, terraced mountains of
yellowing newspaper.
Framed above her chair

a picture of a prairie sprawls round a covered wagon
and the horse she rode as a girl, her eyes
fading points of light...
Again she calls out

above the train's approaching rumble: "Is it you at last?"
My eyes have got so bad peoples' faces
are all blurry...Now
tell me, is it really you?"

But already the rails are switching, bearing
our waving hands away at the speed of thought
over the stony waters that
ceaselessly pour out.


Comments about A Visit by Tom Sleigh

  • Bronze Star - 2,171 Points Leah Ayliffe (7/14/2014 9:03:00 AM)

    Intriguing narrative. I really enjoyed this reading journey, a lot to dig into, answers scratching under the surface. Thanks! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, July 14, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, July 14, 2014


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