My world is small:

Some hibiscus

And a coral wall.


Next to me, 

A flower shakes

Against the sea.


The only sound the bombs

Of unseen surf

And palms:


The slither of a frond

ANd of the reef



The waving island growing black 

Above the mountains

At my back.


Nothing more involved than this:

Night's umbrella,

My abyss.


August 3rd, 2003