Now, from this island,
I see where I was wrong.
I thought there was an ocean.
I believed storms on this ocean were strong.
Rocks and paths were hidden—double
Uncertainties of blue mist appeared like ocean trouble.
It seemed to me the jungle slope
Was steep, and further into the rain, I lost hope.
My mind was a gusty unknown
As I traveled the island alone.
I didn’t know she was on the land
Attached to the island; we could stand
Anywhere. I could apologize.
Sand was in my eye.
There’s no island.
