Saint Christopher

I put on my hat, wiped my sweaty hands on my pants, and lightly kissed my Saint Christopher medal.

“Song to the Siren,” for instance, portrays a modern-day Saint Christopher wading across a river with a boy on his shoulders.

It’s her own medal of Saint Christopher—protector o travelers, guardian against storms, holy death, and toothaches.

Through the years, humans have blessed ships, traveled with talismans in hand, tucked polished spheres of malachite in their carry-on bags and suction-cupped statues of Saint Christopher to their dashboards.

A dented Saint Christopher medal on a copper chain;