(2014)
In the lamplight leaf shadows break on the ragged edges of my heart
I am a tree beside the water my ancient roots run deep and wide in Mother Earth as one body dies
Suppose you was 18 years old And never had a single thing In all your life to call yours alo… Except your body and your face? And suppose you went to work
I remember the summer of the polio scare we couldn’t go to the cove to swim that whole summer
last night the winter world transformed to summer’s sphere fireflies in the night their aimless paths alight
how pathetic to be born without wings such gifts should be for womankind, too
I saw their faces as clearly as if… on their stones beneath their name… heard their voices in the trees whose roots go deep into their dus… and into the dust of this Island
SHIPBOARD last night from starless skies a t… stunned and shaken, seeking shelte… from unfamiliar shipboard lights I watched it falter with wings out…
Empty moorings and Quiet lighthouse watch the bay Crawl back to the sea
looking at the world through drops of counterfeit lace on the window pane
it was always said that of all the people on the Island I loved life the best I who had the least but I had all I needed
grey rocks flowering in melting fu… first blooms of March after winter… a flock of ducks is muttering in t… the first light of day to brush th… shakes the branches they reply…
The taste of winter ice Dug in August from the sawdust Of Conley’s ice house The slap of the screen door On Grammy’s porch
the silence of colour palette of fall reflected on water white birch trees granite rocks
Snowflakes or fireflies Beneath an oval moon Do I wake or dream?
