holy well

by Ena Laughlin


go back to ireland

find my purple hair tie still 

hanging from a branch 

above a holy well 

unscathed by the driving 

wind and rain blessed 

mother tell me 

where i came from

and where i’m meant to go 

touch my head

and hands to the earth 

while i question 

if i even believe in that stuff

listen for a heartbeat 


Ena Laughlin is a poet from Seattle, Washington. She writes most of her poems on the Light Rail.