Elizabeth R. Smith, class of 1992
ONE IF BY
In Boston today I saw
The same pilgrims’ feet treading cow paths On their way to the sea
Shining on a spring day
Shod in shouts of well-wishers
Destination new world
In Boston today I saw
The same reports of smoke coming from the square
Heads turning in curiosity, confusion, horror
A boy dropping his ice cream cone
A girl falling among white blossoms
A woman raising blue eyes to the same sky
In Boston today I saw
The same calloused hands that harvested land and
Heaved ropes on whaling boats
Pulling strangers from the fire
Pressing an open wound
Pinching an artery closed
In Boston today I saw
The same physician’s eye traversing a body
Assessing mortality, calculating distance
Her runner’s apron cradling a curly head
While battle cries form around her
In Boston today I saw
The same shelter-in-place
As the night the Regulars were out
Brownstone doors flung wide to welcome
The pounding feet of runners instead of riders
Citizens watchful at their windows
With solemn nods to servants defending civility