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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.

February 25, 1985


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