Once I lived on an island
where I knew I was loved / Once I was an island
and I trusted beyond reason / Almost floating
though I had no reason not to. / my feet alleged to be
resting in volcanoes, but still I / Once, on an island where I lived
was senseless of my roots / I sat on the beach
I was alone under the sky for / and hurt was all the weather
as far as I could see / hurt was in the wind
I was full of light, / and a current
and the farthest thing from God / moving at an angle to
suspended, / the line of shore
inviolable, / and I was the sea bottom
myself a place where / being moved but
silence answered / little changed.
itself for days.