Island House, Moving
I live in Island House.
We move around a lot.
I tried to explain it to my grown up
who was so bored, she complained.
I don't know about all the problems
in the world,
but there are many.
I try to write them down in lists,
but the lists keep getting lost.
I don't know why they are lost,
they just are.
Sometimes, my problems arise out of
the concern for the fact that I have
to eat in a couple of hours,
and when the night falls,
I will be alone.
My innermost thoughts and secrets
make me feel the most alone,
and as I dwell alone in the house,
my footsteps across the linoleum,
and the Island House is my own
where I dwell within.