✨ Passage at Nineteen

the slow ride home ...

Passage at Nineteen

I hold you to my breast
for the slow ride home
through falling snow.
Flesh of my flesh,
I am reborn, dancing
in terror and joy
balanced on the eyelash
of a blinking god.

—Donna Hilbert

From Enormous Blue Umbrella, Moon Tide Press, Copyright © 2025. Used by permission of the poet. Photo by Isaac Quesada, Creative Commons, via Unsplash.