Archipelago Me
a hard place to get to
if i leave for Canada it will be for the islands either west or east an unformed wish cast out down the feeding stream-- this was the year i noticed i am caged here inside myself -- if i had any question of this truth it is answered in my dreams. rampant tangled steamy affairs that i remember quite easily, that refuse to dissipate. as if night were a flipped coin i can't wait to spend, my own upside-down. i am an archipelago-- a scattering of volcanic wholes poking up in the tide pools, some kind of whole itself with poor service between them. beautiful tourists kayak by squinting in wonder: have you heard the singing have you seen her dance? no no no-- it's hard place to get to and a hard place to understand.
Beautiful work here. The archipelago metaphor really captures that fragmentation when we realize we're caged within ourselves. I've had those dreams that won't fade after waking, especially when going throguh big internal shifts. The bit about "poor service between them" adds a wry practicality that makes the whole thing feel less abstract and more lived-in.