Dnipro Turn

Nicole Yurcaba
Featured image: untitled © Ariana Chiarenza 2019

 

— for Franz

At the bow where he stands
leaned on a white rail
the sun plays Strauss
in the wind pushing fine brown hair
across his brow, and I am
wondering how a mind can calculate
the numbers required to design the walls
and gates, the hydraulics involved
in opening and closing.
I wrap a strand of my hair around my finger
as sluices feed water into the locked cement
box and raise us to see guards holding Kalashnikovs,
but still the river breeze catches the fine strands
near his eyes, and I have no camera
to capture the giving way of our ship
into another set of water.