Poet’s Corner


My Heart Asked My Hands

By Zachary Wiesner

My heart asked my hands
Will we ever be safe?

Will we ever embrace
Growing old?

Will we ever stop
Feeling alone?

My hands told my heart,
Start by holding hands with yourself,

Then open your arms
To everyone else.

Zachary Wiesner lives in West Tisbury. 

Poets with a connection to Martha’s Vineyard are encouraged to submit poems to Poet’s Corner curator Laura Roosevelt at ldroosevelt@gmail.com