dog on the bed
like a polar landmass in the spring
I would give anything
to be like you

yours is an empire of the skin
mine the meandering way within

an island off the compass of the world

go howl your howl
let it be heard

dark island

the waters around the little bay
are wild and inhospitable

always I sail away again
beaten by the currents

yet always I return to my beloved shore

my rock

my continent

my dark island

[first posted 20 March 2015]