ISLAND COTTAGE

for Frances Vaughan

 Over the years and many visits,
since no one was at home,
imagination was my entry,
allowed me morning coffee 
on the small front deck,
the privilege of touching down lightly,
lingering there.

 Today an invitation came
from the poet
whose cottage it happens to be.
Inside, it is trig and trim
as a small ship’s cabin.
Paintings give life to its whiteness
and, from every window,
we look out on the leeward sea.

 Today, dream and reality
have met most happily.

I thank her for making it so.

 Marjorie Mir