For my grandsons

to someday stumble on the circumstance
of love, lie back, and in the quiet, try
to give shy thanks for all its providence.
I pray they’ll need not know such things as, by
its sound, the caliber of ordnance.


Elicia Edijanto, In the Wind, graphite on paper, 2022. Used by permission.

This poem was shortlisted for the Rhina Espaillat Poetry Award in 2023. Find out how to enter your poems here.