Alone and naked in the sun
where a full length mirror
tells the truth of time,
I wonder if--alone and naked in the sun of our wilderness--we will see our truths in kinder light,
Reflecting more to celebrate than denigrate,
more to bond our
friendship than to splinter it--
Or will we shiver through summer,
sink into winter like rocks under snow
secure and settled and very deeply cold.
Our island, our island!
Sanctuary from tumult-without-meaning,
a paradisal deathtrap,
Or a secluded haven
where we can rebuild Eden
one trusting gesture at a time.
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February 25, 1985