Shhhhhh
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The chart is not the Island
I love to go a wondering
Varoom!!!!!
UNSTRUNG
Here I am at last, settled on my Island porch
after taking days to leave my life behind:
The over-tended gardens of rosemary, delphinium,
thyme;
The steady clamor of pet ducks and telephones and
mail;
The crawling mind-clutter and crazy flap-clatter of
just too many connections.
I’m fitting torn edges to new here on my Island porch.
Low-flying gulls baptize me with new-wet wings;
My pulse aligns itself with booming salt surf;
My awareness floods with crossbills chittering,
The songs of white-throat, waxwing and warbler,
And scents of rugosa, rockweed, sunned spruce.
This Island porch–my Avalon–it holds me;
Its blessed mists rise to enfold me safe
from encroaching voices now rising, then fading,
down my gravel path.
I’m responding now to simpler calls instead,
like those of stomach, heart and bed.
I’ve come unstrung.
Sharon Salmon