Living on Block Island means one is often alone and without many of the distractions which city life or busy life offers to help me imagine I am not separate from others, many particular others. I wrote the poem below sitting on the beach a few weeks ago [before Hurricane Sandy forever altered that beach and showed us a different sort of wind!] and last night the newly begun new Block Island Writers Group helped me cut out a lot of the extra writing, to leave only this.
I feel a soft wind blow
Would I prefer dreaming a timeless world? Forever connected? Whether I would or no I live. Separate. I feel a soft wind blow hear the wavelets creep to shore see the sands shift grain by grain. I watch the glass fill. Timebound, homebound, earthbound. I will not live this now again. Now, present, full.