—after William Wordsworth
Mary entered the tomb and lay beside
her son. It was cold and the
stone slab unforgiving. Her eyes a lake
without end, the earth moaning beneath
her, ground fossils of ancient lives the
world forgot and turned to soil. Trees
stood high around the tomb, moths fluttering
and resting on the green leaves. Cocoons and
habits transformed. Once there had been dancing
and knowing in a small plot of forest in
a ripe season. But now Mary sobbed. She loved the
Man, who grew and left softly, like a breeze.
Nick Godec’s work has been published in Grey Sparrow, Pennsylvania Literary Journal, Rue Scribe, and Steam Ticket. He studied history at Columbia University, received his MBA from Columbia Business School and now works in the financial industry. Nick lives in New York City with his wife, Julia, and their miniature pinscher, Emma.