If once you have slept on an island
You are never the same.
Water will always surround you,
In a smell, a taste, an aching; a knowing
You could never have gone far enough
At any one time, a knowing
You have gone further than anyone can go.
Your sleep becomes alone with night
As the shoreline is caressed
Around you from all sides by small
Waves of consolation saying “Hear us, hear us.”
And as the mainland slips away you do.
You may not remember what they say
Tomorrow, or ever enough to voice it.
No matter how far you travel away
From the prayer of isolation
Of that peace of the floating world
It will be with you, searching inside you,
A migration of memory instinctually
Calling you to be part of its voices.
You will never forget what they said.
Artwork by, Jamie Wyeth