I don’t remember much about Ellis Island
or even the Statue of Liberty.
I remember being on the ferry
and my little niece looking into the bay
saying, “Goodbye, water,
we have to pick up Lori Peters at the airport.”
My thirteen-year-old daughter
had been in Jordan all summer
and I wasn’t thinking much about history,
just the immediate future
when I’d see her get off that plane
with a duffle bagabout as big as she was.