Residency Test at the Ore Dock
I no longer stop
when the chutes shudder and lower.
I don’t turn when I hear
the pellets bang and race to the cargo hold.
I’m not mesmerized as the ship unzips the seam
between Superior and the sky
but at night
when the freighter lights flow
between two wells of darkness
I cannot look away.
Janeen Pergrin Rastall
first published in The Michigan Poet