09/10/2026
The following is a poem titled "Letters to Summer" from Sister Mary Lucina.
We swam in the Chemung
skipped meals sometimes,
empty as inner tubes.
Losing track of time when Barney
dove from the bridge,
the sun was late going down.
On the d**e Mother waved
me in, arms fast clouds.
I waved a towel of sand and climbed to where she waited
as dusk was closing the flowers
of her apron and soaking up
the blood from my eyes.
My wrinkles smoothed out:
awaking, I was young.
II
I throw a stone to where we splashed
letters to summer.
The bridge we were warned about
never tires of Barney, if
that's who's in midair.
A train whistles and the sun
will be late.
Library Collection © Mercy Archives; Institute of the Sisters of Mercy of the Americas