Island House, Moving.

Island House, Moving

I live in Island House.

We move around a lot.

I tried to explain it to my grown up

daughter,

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,

time transcends,

and the Island House is my own

home,

where I dwell within.