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TO THE ISLAND

David Trame

The boat purrs on the still lagoon water,
one with the sky, the haze
has swallowed the horizon-line
and it's a mutual stare now, yours and its,
a single glow with only
the cabin window in between.
Sitting you are a king, cruising
on slowly strewing weightlessness,
breathing fingers of emptiness,
yes, you feel touched as if
the air's gaze had the constancy of skin.
A row of poles appears, three, four,
suspended in the blue-grey and on top of each
a cormorant with slightly open wings,
none of them takes off in a skimming rush,
beaks tilted on high, they just stand and breathe.

Meditation. Sitting cross-legged, breathing,
learning to do nothing.
Not for you. You have never learnt.
But in the boat crossing the stretch
it can be like that.
You get off now and your heart
is naked.
Like the silver and blonde
winter grass of the sandbars.
Elated by simple motion
you behold them with the bare

David Trame is an Italian teacher of English. His poetry collection Re-emerging is published as an e- book by www.gattopublishing.com .
He has been writing exclusively in English since 1993