Naked On The Island Poem by Jan Schreiber
Naked On The Island
Peace in the house, and in
the distance a high wind.
Move in the web of memory,
neither bound nor free,
hearing the foghorn and
an underlying sound.
Beyond the porch, rock.
Beyond the rock, water.
Beyond the water, water.
Water and the void
beyond the rock, beyond
water, beyond words.
Surely it won't be long.
Touch hands, lie still, listen
to the rise and fall of breaths
racing through the night.
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