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

see them standing in glass houses clutching stones of fear anxiety suits and shoes boots and jeans makeup and hair powdered and perfumed

All I wanted to do was ride my mo… And make out at Spooner’s Point. But when Mary Daley got pregnant Her father threatened me with the… So I married her and went to work

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

Tide tickling sun’s wake Under a thin skin of ice Beach disappearing

we don’t know who he said he was we came from curiosity and stayed for the inhumanity

Empty moorings and Quiet lighthouse watch the bay Crawl back to the sea

the silence of colour palette of fall reflected on water white birch trees granite rocks

wind tangled trees coiling across a yellow moon spiraling leaves surf-curled dunes

she watches him as if the fault were in her eyes poor shorn Sampson withered hands grip the canes that barely hold the frail reflect…

last night the winter world transformed to summer’s sphere fireflies in the night their aimless paths alight

which of our ancestors did it - traded wings for thumbs burdened us with possessions fed us to the uncompromising earth…

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 universe opens accepting my homecoming sky races by