Poem, October 2019

We drove to the lighthouse
that was off on the island

so they put on their wetsuits

swam the whole way

went the whole way there

‘Our windows were oceans
and our houses were planets’

The rocks had the appearance of being undisturbed, or unable to be bothered; they dropped gradually into the ocean and seemed to continue that gesture for miles.

When the sun came, it came with a force