Found: Louise, as Ekphrasis

At her aunt’s house
in Portchester roaming
the Jersey meadows
after flowers, she felt
something pulling
at her frock, looked
down and saw what
she thought was a cotton-
mouth moccasin
hanging to the hem.
She kept on walking,
looking at the snake,
until finally it dropped off.
She thought      a mate might be
in the vicinity, so she walked
quickly until     out
of the marsh.              We used to walk
in the flower garden where
the paths between cornflowers,
phlox, snapdragon, and verbena
were just as they’d been
when Louise was a child.

She used to look at those fields
stretching into more fields, fields
of whole days rambling
there, coming home with
daisies, buttercups, wild
roses tied up with cinquefoil.
She had good fortune
in her feeling of space.
I asked if she had ever had
an imaginary playmate.
No, she was only
looking at things.
She always had a room alone.
The view of her bedroom
window was over the city,
the Lexington Avenue
apartment was on rising
ground, stretching away
like the fields uptown
and down; it gave
an awareness
of the New York sky.

Source: Poetry (October 2025)