Poetry: Commencements

Written by Grayce Scholt Tuesday, 26 April 2011 18:47

Into each other's state we pass,
showing visas, paying coins;
at this gray gate
our countries meet
though no lands join;
our height is noted only
in the towers that top
the pilings deep beneath the sea.
You come to me.

And so we pass
upon a bridge that's hung
on twisted wires finely strung
from sky of glass.

We have become the
going, and the coming
on a road that has no turning
on the no return to home.

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Grayce Scholt is a retired English professor from Mott College who wrote art reviews for the Flint Journal. Her book of poetry, Bang! Go All the Porch Swings is available online from Amazon and from Pages Bookstore in downtown Flint. A personal narrative of the poet's life in Europe in the early 1950s, Vienna, Only You, is available from the author at This e-mail address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it