Sean Hill

Silas Wright at Age Seven 1914

Silas Wright follows a fish’s wriggle
In the shallows between reeds. He scribes the
Line in his tablet—as much pride in that line
As a man in his son. He almost giggles—
Still he goes on. The next letters come easy.
With this he’ll have more than a mark to bind.
Rambling across the page again and again
In messy rows on it flows until he
Goes a little off the page’s edge. He smiles.
He’s surprised to hear when his mouth opens—
That’s mine.

Sean Hill

“Silas Wright at Age Seven 1914” appears in Blood Ties & Brown Liquor (University of Georgia Press, 2008).

First posted on May 17, 2009 10:18 AM