Ballast

Email.
10 pm.
CT results.
Ambiguous.
Clinic closed.
No one to call.

I turn to you, O Vergil,
stalwart that you are.

Sinking into
your profound verses
is like stretching out
on a massive, warm boulder
in Desolation Wilderness.

Centuries
of words
and granite,
assure me
that I, too,
can endure.

Published in The Anthem, Fall 2017