A child lifted in his mother’s arms to see a parade
And that old man throwing breadcrumbs
To the pigeons crowding around his feet in the park,

Could they be the same person?

The blind woman who may know the answer recalls
Seeing a ship as big as a city block
Glide one night all lit up past her kitchen window
On its way to the dark and stormy Atlantic.

Nuestra Señora de la Asunción