Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Needed fire













Im an island
I used to be an atoll
But the tribes living in my mind and body
Needed fire
To cook what they had hunted


A thousand years later and the icecaps have melted
The water rises up
Covering the rest of me


My eyes wrote a letter and put it in a bottle
Let it drift out to sea and go the way of the current
And maybe someone will read it and come for a holiday.