Joanna Gilman Hyde

The Hawk West Desk Window August 13, 2013 11:19pm

I no longer think of The Island

as the insular respite I shared each summer

— shared as a pair of stalwarts

as I did with My Mother —

I now think of the broad expanse

of Nova Scotia imperialized

by Its undulating shoreline

to The South

housing Me now

permanently

on an island

off an island

and beyond