by Daniel Hughes
Late March 2020—quarantine days
No family in breathing distance—not for months
Yet biking to Battery Park each day
Breathing in the air of Ellis Island
Still a way’s away over the water
But now close by—nearly, daily—with the ancestors
Is one of those molecules of air?
Were two of those oxygen atoms?
Expired by my great-grandmother in
March 1912 upon arrival
(one month before RMS Titanic sunk)
on the Neckar from Bremerhaven
on the other side of the Hudson?
Breathe in that mystery; such a question—my wish!