For Wilson Greatbatch's Mother By Joanne Husney Sullivan     This man has no name, Like wheat fields. He would break himself in two for you, Bread for a stranger.   If all you saw Was the wind through wheat fields You would know him. If all you saw was the back of his head,   You would see the wind Through winter wheat On a dark night Moving like an invisible hand through his hair.   Where were you Before you had a heart, Before you could say Ma.   January, I know more about this man Than I have a right to.   The lower lip that falls away As if it had nothing much to say says it:   It takes knowing nothing, absolutely nothing As in the beginning… darkness…. Over the surface of the deep…. To make a thing,   To hear the tick of life Under six feet of snow Where nothing can grow Except Possibility.         *Dr. Wilson Greatbatch invented the pacemaker, which has saved many lives. He is the subject of a bronze sculpture (also a marble one) by the German artist Peter Hohberger. Looking at the back of the head of the sculpture, I knew: 1. that this man has a profound humility and 2. genius takes humility at its core.