Joanna Gilman Hyde

To contemplate an island

Is to contemplate The Self

Individual and alone

But for the sky and sea

And those who dare

To live upon its striking shores.

This Morning I Walked

Before a gleam of gold

Between 2 Peaks

With My Son

And His Dog —

I watched the swath of mist

Between the inlet & cove

Of undulating scapes

& bulbous islands below