Island
A poem called Island by poet Mara Jebsen.
Island
Love is a country I lived in once.
You can only get there by boat.
Over here, things are pretty good.
The grass grows straight & the sky makes sense.
I have a lot of little tasks. Sometimes when I sing,
I sound like someone else. Birds
interest me. I study them. The whole of my mind
attends to a feather. & sometimes I’m struck
by the shape of a cup of water that I hold
in my hand very steadily. I don’t
drop things any more. I never trip.
There seems to be a lot of time,
like the water all around.
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